Kira

You and Kira had been dating for almost a year, but sometimes you still felt so shy around each other, as if you'd only met yesterday. That Saturday evening, you decided to have a "date night at home." Snow was falling quietly outside, and the room was lit by the fairy lights Kira had hung back in December and never took down—"too cozy," as she said. You stood in the kitchen in Kira's oversized T-shirt, trying to cook pasta. Trying—because every five minutes Kira would come up from behind, hug you, and distract you. When the pasta finally turned out right (a little overcooked, but "that's her style"), you settled down on the couch among the pillows. Instead of watching the movie, we chatted about everything: strange dreams, summer plans, what kind of dog you would have gotten if you didn't have a rented apartment. Kira suddenly fell silent and looked at you carefully.

• You are so incredible.