The time was 2:47 a.m. when Taylor Swift entered the living room after slamming the bedroom door. Tears were burning behind her eyes and her heart was racing. Behind her, she heard the heavy footsteps of Travis Kelsey. Come on, Taylor. We must discuss this. She didn’t look back. She was unable to. She put her arms about herself and stared at their Nashville homes dark windows, her hands trembling.

unaware of a storm building within this penthouse. The city lights below flickered like far-off stars. Each and every time, Travis, remarked, raising his voice in exasperation. You do this whenever something becomes challenging. You turn to leave. You shut down. You won’t even give me a glance. Taylor tightened his jaw.

The usual constriction in her chest was there. The one who always appeared when she felt trapped. When there seemed to be no other choice but to flee, she said, “I’m not shutting down.” Continuing to look out the window. “What do you name this then?” Travis gestured to her back as their gap widened. “You simply walked away while we were conversing.

” “You left mid-sentence, Taylor.” When she eventually turned around, Travis could see the tears running down her cheeks. For a brief period, his rage wavered. “Travis, I wasn’t avoiding the discussion.” Her voice broke. I was trying to avoid losing you. Travis froze. His expression changed from one of rage to one of utter bewilderment.

What? Taylor used the back of her palm to forcefully wipe her eyes. You don’t understand. You have no idea what goes through my mind when we argue. I don’t see a disagreement that we can resolve. I see the conclusion. I see you. Seeing you go, I realize I’m too much, too challenging, too shattered. Thus, I depart first. Every time I depart first.

There was a palpable weight in the room due to the intense quiet between them. Travis felt totally powerless as he stood there with his 6’5 in NFL strength and muscle. She shook her head when he began. My father abandoned Travis. The words were spoken in a hush tone. Emotionally, not physically. He made a different decision each time I needed him to come visit me in person.

his own issues, his business, and his stress. And I discovered that when you if you need someone too much, they will depart. Every time they depart, something cracked in Travis’s chest. He was aware of Taylor’s complex bond with her father. Seeing the anguish imprinted in her eyes, however, was entirely different from hearing it this way, raw and unadulterated.

He remained silent. Rather, he took an unexpected action. He took a seat in the center of the floor of their living room. I just sat down cross-legged like a child and looked up at her honestly. Taylor confusedly blinked. What are you doing? I’m sitting down because I’m not going anywhere and I need you to know that. Travis, get up. This is ridiculous.

No, he said in a calm but firm voice. You think if you push me away, if we fight, I’m going to leave. So, I’m sitting down. Literally, I’m making it physically clear that I’m staying right here. Taylor stared at him, tears still streaming down her cheeks, completely thrown off balance. Come here, Travis. I’m not sitting on the floor in the middle of the night.

Taylor said softly, patting the floor beside him. Then Travis shrugged. I guess I’m sleeping here because we’re not done talking and I’m not chasing you around a house. I’m just here waiting for whenever you’re ready. Something inside Taylor broke. not in a painful way, but in a way that a damn breaks, releasing pressure that had been building for years.

Tucking her legs under her, they sat in silence for a while as the heater hummed softly. The wall clock chimed and a car alarm went off and then stopped outside. At last, Taylor muttered, “I’m scared all the time. I’m afraid I’ll be too much for you. That my life is too bizarre. One day you’ll decide that dating me isn’t worth all the hassles,” Travis said, reaching out to take her hand.

His hand was much larger than hers, and after years of playing football, it felt warm and callous. “Can I tell you something? Nobody’s ever told you. You don’t have to fight to lose me, Taylor,” she said, nodding despite not trusting her voice. “I’m not going anywhere, so you don’t need to test me, push me away, or act harshly. Not during a battle.

Not when you’re afraid. He squeezed her hand and said, “I chose you.” Not the superstar, not the brand, not the image. You, the girl who sobs at depressing commercials, the girl who writes lyrics on napkins at 3:00 in the morning, the girl who’s sitting on this, not when you’re too much or not enough or whatever story you’re telling yourself today.

We’re learning. Okay, you’re learning that I stay. I’m learning that. That’s who I chose. And that choice doesn’t change just because we have a difficult conversation. Taylor’s face crumbled. She covered her mouth with her free hand, trying to hold back the sob, but it came anyway. Travis moved closer, pulling her into his arms as she sobbed into his shoulder. I’m sorry.

She gasped in between sobs. Hey. Hey. Travis gently rubbed her back. We’re figuring this out together. When you walk away, it’s not because you don’t care. Rather, it’s because you care too much and you’re protecting yourself. They sat on the floor for a long time with Taylor crying until she could no longer.

Travis just held her, kissing the top of her head every now and then and whispering gentle reassurances. “Wait, hold on. This is just the beginning. You won’t believe what happens next when Taylor finally opens up about her deepest fear.” There’s something else, Taylor whispered against Travis’s chest. Something I’ve never told anyone.

Travis pulled back just enough to look at her face. You can tell me anything. Taylor took a trembling breath. My dad and I got into a heated argument when I was 13. I wanted him to come to my school talent show so I could sing a song I wrote for the first time in public. He said he had a business meeting he couldn’t miss. I told him I needed him there, that it was important to me, and he said, “Taylor, the world doesn’t revolve around about what you require.

” Travis’s jaw tightened, but he remained silent, allowing her to go on. That night, I performed in front of 200 people. My mom was there, but I kept staring at the back door, thinking that maybe he would surprise me or show up at the last minute with flowers. He didn’t. And when I got home, he was watching TV as if nothing had happened.

He didn’t ask how it went. Didn’t apologize, just nothing. Taylor’s voice became barely audible. That was the night I realized that needing someone was dangerous. I’m not your father, Taylor, and you’re not 13 anymore. You’re allowed to need things. You’re allowed to ask for what you want, and I’m going to show up.

Travis cuped her face in his hands, making sure she was looking directly into his eyes. Now, whenever we fight, whenever I need something from you, I panic because in my head, I’m still that 13-year-old girl waiting for someone to choose her, waiting for someone to show up. Taylor asked, her voice small and vulnerable, you promise? Travis firmly replied.

“And you know what else? The next time we fight and you feel like running, I want you to remember this moment. Remember that I literally sat on the floor and refused to let you push me away. remember that I’m the guy who stays. You’re ridiculous. Yeah, but I’m your ridiculous. Travis smiled, wiping her tears with his thumbs.

Yeah, Taylor said, grinning for the first time that night. But the night wasn’t quite over yet. What followed revealed to Taylor what she had been waiting her entire life to see. They settled onto the couch with Taylor curling into Travis’s side like she belonged there. She expected him to turn on the TV or suggest they try to fall asleep, but he remained silent. His fingers traced nothing.

Patterns on her arm. “What do you think?” After a few minutes, Travis was silent. “I’m thinking about how I almost messed this up tonight,” Taylor said, lifting her head to look at him. “What do you mean?” “I’m the one who walked away.” “Yeah, but I was yelling,” Travis said, his face troubled. I was frustrated and I raised my voice and I know that’s one of your triggers.

I swore I’d never do that, but tonight I did. Taylor was taken aback by this admission. With a gentle interruption, Travis said, “You’re doing the work to understand why you react the way you do, why you run when things get hard. I need to do my work, too. I need to understand why my first instinct when I’m scared of losing you is to get loud, to chase, to demand. That’s not fair to you either.

” Taylor felt a shift in her chest, realizing that she had spent so much time believing that she was the one who needed to be fixed. Travis kissed her hair, saying, “That’s not weird, baby. That’s what happens when two people actually communicate instead of just arguing.” They sat in comfortable silence for a while, processing everything that had been said.

And Taylor felt both exhausted and strangely energized, like something heavy had been lifted. This is the first time I’ve ever had a fight with someone and felt closer to them instead of further away. After some time, Travis said to Taye, “Next time you feel like running, can you just tell me? Like, even if you can’t talk about why yet, can you just say I need a minute or I’m feeling scared or something, so I know you’re not actually leaving. You’re just taking space.

” Taylor gave it some thought and said, “I can try. It might not be perfect at first. It doesn’t have to be perfect.” Travis assured her. It just has to be honest. All right, Taylor agreed. Deeal, Travis answered right away. I can do that. Maybe say something like I’m getting frustrated, so I know what’s happening.

When you raise your voice, my brain just shuts down and goes into panic mode. As the sun began to rise in the sky outside, Taylor yawned despite herself. Look at us, she said with a small smile, having mature conversations about communication at 4 in the morning. We’re very evolved, Travis deadpanned, and Taylor giggled softly.

When Dawn finally arrived in Nashville, they made their way to the bedroom where Taylor brushed her teeth while Travis turned down the bed. When she returned, he was already lying. The messy scared runs away during arguments. You all of it, but these tears were different. Happy tears, relief tears. I love you, too, she whispered.

Even when you’re frustrating and stubborn and sit on the floor like a crazy person. Especially when I sit on the floor like a crazy person, Travis corrected with a smile. Thank you, she mumbled into the darkness as he held the covers up for her. She climbed in and nestled into his side right away, her head finding its familiar area on his chest, his arm encircling her shoulders.

For what? for remaining, for taking a seat on the ground, for refusing to allow me to push you away. Always, Travis said, almost asleep already. As Taylor fell asleep, she came to a deep realization. I’m always going to stay. She believed it for the first time in her life. Someone would stay, she thought. He did it because he wanted to, not because she was flawless or made it simple.

And it was what changed everything. Click like and subscribe if you’re enjoying this true tale of Taylor and Travis. We can learn so much more about communication and love from these two. Let us know in a comment when you had a turning point in your relationship. When Taylor awoke the following morning, the apartment was filled with the aroma of coffee and sunlight spilling through the curtains.

She took a seat, wiping her eyes as she slowly stood up. It was 9:30 a.m. on the clock. They slept for around 4 hours. In the kitchen, she discovered Travis preparing pancakes. When he heard her smile and footsteps, he turned. Her heart skipped a beat every time she saw that smile. “Good morning, lovely.

Did you brew coffee?” Taylor spoke in a scratchy, drowsy voice. Travis said, “I made coffee. I’m also preparing pancakes. The kind of chocolate chip you prefer.” Taylor approached him, put her arms around him from behind, pressed her cheek to his back, and inhaled deeply. All of this was not necessary for you to do.

Travis answered simply, “I wanted to.” He was a skilled pancake flipper. “Besides, I thought we might both use some comfort food after our night. For the most part, they ate breakfast in cozy silence while glancing at one another and grinning slightly. This morning, it seemed different, lighter, as if they had passed through an unseen barrier together and emerged stronger.

” Travis pushed his empty plate aside and replied, “So perhaps we ought to have a code word or something, I thought.” A code term. “Curious,” Taylor arched an eyebrow. “Yes, for when one of us feels terrified, overwhelmed, or like we should stop talking. We can agree on something that indicates I won’t be going.

It will only take me a minute to comprehend.” Taylor thought about this. “That is truly quite clever. What ought it to be?” After giving it some thought, Travis smiled. What about time spent on the floor? Taylor started laughing while you were seated on the ground. Just that it will serve as a reminder that we overcame a difficult situation last night.

It’s also unforgettable time on the floor. Taylor put the words to the test. All right, I enjoy it. I think it’s great. They were huddled up on the couch watching a movie later that afternoon after taking a nap and feeling a little more normal. The movie was running, but neither of them was really watching it. Taylor’s phone broke. It was her mother. Hello, Mom.

Travis saw Taylor’s expression soften as she responded. After a moment of listening, she answered, “Yeah, I’m okay. We’re doing fine. Excellent. In fact, one more pause.” “No, everything is all right. We simply work through something.” She gave Travis a smile. “Yes, he is present.” All right. I also adore you. Travis arched an eyebrow as she hung up.

Is everything all right? My mother has a strange six sense. Taylor clarified. She claimed to have just received a call after waking up with me on her mind. I believe she sensed that we had a difficult evening. According to Travis, mothers are like that. The mind is the same thing. It’s kind of pleasant and eerie at the same time.

Perhaps we ought to attend couples therapy at some point. Taylor spoke abruptly. To get better tools, not because we’re flawed or anything for dialogue. Travis happily nodded. That would be completely acceptable to me. It’s actually quite clever in my opinion. Why hold off till things are truly dire? Now, let’s get proficient in these areas.

Take a look at us as emotionally responsible adults. Taylor smiled. We’re dominating. Pulling her in, Travis nodded. Taylor came to the realization that this was it. as they sat there discussing nothing in particular. She had spent her entire life writing about this relationship, but she had no idea what it looked like.

It wasn’t flawless. It was always simple, but it was genuine and worthwhile to strive for. What are you thinking about? Just how lucky I am, Taylor said candidly. How lucky we are that we’re both willing to do the hard work. We’re not lucky, Tay, Travis said softly. We’re choosing this everyday. You’re right, Taylor agreed.

We’re choosing each other every day, Travis said, extending for her hand across the couch. And Taylor echoed, intertwining her fingers. That’s not luck, that’s commitment. I love you, she said, squeezing his hand. I love you, too, Travis said. Flow time and all. They both laughed and it was the sound of them realizing that home wasn’t a place, fame, success or soldout stadiums, but rather this person who stayed.

This love that grew stronger through the difficult conversations and this relationship they were building together one honest moment at a time. I want to hear from you before we wrap up, said the two individuals who had discovered something unique and valuable and were committed to safeguarding it together. Have you ever experienced a turning point in your relationship? Leave a comment below.

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