Sirius was your best friend.

He was your favourite person, no matter how much of a prick he may be sometimes.

He was the person you could go to when you were sad, or lonely. He was the person you could talk about anything with for hours and not get bored, he was the person you would laugh so hard with your ribs hurt.

Sirius Black was your best friend, but you weren’t his. That’s not how he thought of you. You were just one of his friends.