“Yeah, sure.” I murmur to some fans who are asking if they could give us some bracelets. A security guard passes it to me and I hand it to you instead because you cared about this more than I did. I watch you pull another bracelet onto your forearm as fans bombarded us with these little friendship bracelets. You explained that people do it because of a song of Taylor’s but I didn’t get it that much.

You’re a celebrity yourself, an actor who I’m so lucky to call my wife. I’m so proud of you for how far you’ve come and I show up to every award show you decide to go to and I’m constantly by your side cheering you on. You do the exact same thing with me, every award show and every show of mine you can make it to. It means the world.

You’ve loved Taylor for years and of course I had to take you as soon as she decided to go on tour. I surprised you with the tickets a few months ago after I told you we shouldn’t go and you were devastated. You did that thing where you would pretend it didn’t phase you but I knew it did and that was when I knew I made a mistake.

Me and Taylor are still friends after our relationship and we’re extremely supportive of each other to this day so I got in contact with her about the tour because I didn’t know much about it myself and she managed to get us into the VIP tent. I explained to her that my wife loves her music and would love to see her on tour, which must’ve pulled a heart string because she immediately agreed on it.

I watch the fans walk away before turning to you, looking down at the mounts of bracelets on your arms with a smile. I look back up to your face, my hand coming up to rest on your waist. “You enjoying yourself?” I ask with a smile, though I already know the answer.