My hands shake as I finish my 10 minute piano piece that I wrote just for tonight. The final night of Love on Tour. It’s so hard to believe that the biggest tour of my solo career is officially complete. Part of me wants the break but part of me wants to keep going, to interact with fans forever but I need this break more than anything.

I wave my goodbyes to everyone, tears threatening to escape my eyes but I blink them away to keep the mood up, even though I can see everyone in my eyesight sobbing their hearts out. It makes me want to do that too, but I’ll leave it till I’m in your arms in a few minutes.

After a few minutes of taking in the crowds cheers for the final time, I step off stage with a quiet sigh to myself. Everyone is congratulating me and hugging me, and not to sound rude, but all I want to do is find you and bury myself in your arms and let the waterworks take over. I give another quick hug to someone I can’t remember the name of right now, my vision going blurry as tears gather at my waterline and above.

I finally manage to get away and I run off to my dressing room, I wipe my eyes and like perfect timing, you open my door without even having to knock. You probably knew that I’d want to keep on my sparkly little outfit because I’m in pure denial. I turn around and smile softly, my cheeks turning a pastel shade of red as you silently pull me into a warm embrace.