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Seattle has always been one of the prettiest cities at night.

I've been here several times on tour with Andy and Pete and Patrick but I've never really got to enjoy until now where I stand at the top of the space needle with Andy hugging me from behind. His hands are around my waist with his head on my shoulder and mine nuzzled towards his chest. The city is brilliant. The ferris wheel shining bright with colors of blue and green and the tallest building in the city with a blue rim around the top (did you know that the space needle is actually one of the shortest buildings out of all the sky scrapers in Seattle? Yeah, the pictures that you see where the Space Needle is taller than the other buildings are all lies)

"Hey... uh... Joe?"

"Hmm?"

He pulls away for a moment and nervously licks his lips.

"There's uh... something I've been meaning to ask you for a while." I watch as he pulls something from his pocket and clears his throat before leaning down on one knee.

"Joseph Mark Trohman, this past year with you has been the best I've had in almost all my life. There's nobody I'd like to spend my life with more than you. Joe, will you marry me?"

My eyes widen and I press my hand to my mouth, tears rising to my eyes as I look across it.

"Yes." I smile. Andy slips the diamond ring on me and takes out his phone before opening the camera.

He takes the picture mid kiss and that photo still lies beside our bed each night.

I've never been luckier.