"You know...they say you know it when you know...and I think I know." I say, my voice barely above a whisper as I keep looking up to the sky.

We've been in the band for about four years now, but we only decided a couple of months ago that both of us feel more than friendship towards each other. It's a strange mixture of being content around one another because we know each other so well and exploring all these new, exciting things together a romantic relationship brings with it, but I wouldn't want it any other way. I've wasted so much time with all these girls — short-term relationships without any deeper connection and meaningless hookups to simply get some steam off — when you were there all along.

It's still new to me to be able to hold you, to kiss you, to share a bed with you, but I already feel that kind of connection with you, that I've never felt with anyone else before, and I hope that if I give you my heart, you won't break it. Because to me, it already feels like you're my forever.

We're still enjoying the benefits of a secret relationship, only very few people knowing that we're more than friends at this point, so tonight we decided to retreat to the roof of the hotel we're currently staying at, to spend some time where it's just the two of us. We're lying on the floor next to each other, a warm summer breeze grazing over us as we gaze at the stars, the tranquility of the moment a stark contrast to our usual life as members of a famous band.

After a brief moment I reach for your hand, intertwining our fingers and I swear, it feels like we're intertwining our souls in this moment, making me realise once more, that I really do know.

"Promise me that you'll hold me close, don't let me go." I speak softly, lifting our connected hands to press a gentle kiss onto the back of your hand before I set them down on my stomach. I really want this to last, and I hope you want that too.

And if I just saw a shooting star and wished for our relationship to last a lifetime, nobody needs to know that.