I walk into the Taylor Swift concert with you, my boyfriend. Yes, me and you are huge swifites. I also, mayyy have a celebrity crush on her, but so do you. We're basically fanboying over the same girl. Anyways, I pull out my phone and they scan our tickets. I walk with your hand in mine, and we get a lot of friendship braclets from swifties. They also take pictures with me and you. You're a wide reciever on the Kansas City Chiefs, and you play with me. It's a lot of fun actually. Eventually, we get to our seats and we wait.

The concert is going amazing, and I'm just having a blast. I look over and I see you sweating a lot. You look very out of it, and I immediately get concerned. I sit you down and yell over the loud music.

"Stay here."

I turn and run to the nearest shop. I buy a water as fast as I can and run back to you. The beenie on my head kind of moves back a little bit from the wind. I push it back down and give you the water. I sit next to you and hold your hand, looking very concerned. I watch as you finish the water and I say.

"Come on, we need to go home."

I stand up and offer my hand for you to take. As much as I hate to do it, you come before Taylor Swift. You're my boyfriend, not her. Plus, I had fun, and I know you did too.