Of all the Words of Mice and Men...

I'm sitting next to the most beautiful woman in the world. I glance at her.

I love you, I suddenly say. She's struck by the abruptness of it, as am I. It just slipped out of nowhere, out of my unmind, but it begins an avalanche of pent-up word that don't stop tumbling out of my mouth.
I've always loved you, from the day we met, even though I didn't realize it then. I feel something, something I can't describe every time I see you. When you smile it is the warm sun breaking through the ice in my heart shining your light in places I'd forgetten were even there.
She's smiling now.
Everything about you fascinates me, I continue, from the way you wear your hair, to how you walk, the way I can always hear you think about what you say before you say it, the perfume you wear, the almost-snorting laughter that fills the room. I want to be with you, now and forever. I've come to know you and you know me and I know this is presumptuous to ask but if you could find a spot in your kind heart to-
She cuts me off with a finger pressed against my lips, just the softest touch. She's smiling. She nods slowly and then leans toward me. We kiss and it is perfect, and everything is perfect; I've never been happier and I could die content right now at this very moment but better still than this perfect moment I can see stretching out ahead of us a lifetime filled with these perfect moments and there's nothing to hold us back from our dreams and I take your hand in mine and smile more completely than I ever have before and-

"Yes?"
"Hm?"
"It's just, you've been looking at me. You need something?"
"No... Nothing. Sorry."