Tonight, we're walking downtown with our friends, hanging out and having fun. I could tell that you especially were having fun. You couldn't stop talking. I was walking behind you talking to the guys. You were in front of me, giggling with the girls. You were holding my wrist. You felt the hair tie on it. You look back at me and stop so you can talk to me. "Why do you have a hair tie on your wrist?" I chuckle, "Baby, it's not someone's else's. It's for you in case you need to pull your hair up,"