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Car's outside James Arthur 2:47───|──────4:08 ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

We Stand in the crowd. Which definitely feels a little weird. I have been on my break for over 18 months, and that also meant I sort of hid from the public for a while. Until now.

Recently I have been more in public. Riding bikes through London, leaving the studio, running a marathon and now I'm at the music festival in Victoria's park, in London. I'm with a few friends and you, my beautiful wife.

You are standing in front of me, and my hands are on our hips. Your back is pressed up against my chest, which feels really comforting. Having your hips swaying to the beat of the song, my hands joining your movement.

You turn to look at me, and I slide my hands to the small of your back. You smile and run one of your hands on my arm, over my collection of tattoos. I open my mouth to say something when one of my friends says something, which leads the group into joint laughter.

I look at you and my heart skips a beat when I see the smile on your face as you laugh. You catch my gaze and smile back at me. I give your waist a small squeeze before leaning towards you. “Are you enjoying yourself, my love?” I whisper and smile at you.