I don't think I'll ever get used to people's screams when they see you appear, to the sound of cameras, the flashing lights pointing at us. This is absolutely crazy. And it should be normal for me because we've been together for three years now, but I guess I like to stay out of the spotlight.

I hold your hand tightly as we walk past all the photographers and your fans, even though you always stop to sign autographs and take pictures with them, and I stay to one side, looking at you. You always look spectacular.

Today is your last concert of the tour, and you're both excited and sad. You've really enjoyed these months full of shows, but it's time to say goodbye. And that means I'll finally be able to have you home, and maybe I can finally ask you to marry me. But you obviously don't know this yet.

We head backstage as fast as we can, since we're a little late, your concert starts in 20 minutes, and you still have to go through hair and makeup, so yeah, we're a little short on time.

I let go of your hand when we arrive and I give you a little kiss on the forehead, “I'll be watching you from the VIP area. You're going to do great, enjoy the last show. I love you.” i say, gently caressing your cheek.