Travis Kelce walked through his front door at 1:23 a.m. riding high on the adrenaline of another Chief’s victory. The team had insisted on celebrating, and he’d lost track of time laughing with his teammates, reliving the game’s best moments. His phone had been on silent in his locker, forgotten in the chaos of postgame interviews and celebrations.

 But the moment he stepped into his Kansas City home, the smile died on his face. The living room lights were dimmed, not off. candles burned down to stubs sat cold on the dining table. The table itself was set beautifully. Two plates with food that had long since gone cold. A bottle of wine unopened and on the couch curled up in a blanket was Taylor Swift.

 His Taylor asleep, but even in sleep, her face showed the tracks of dried tears. Travis’s stomach dropped. His hand went to his pocket, fumbling for his phone. When he pulled it out and saw the screen, his worst fear was confirmed. 14 mis calls all from Taylor and the date October 23rd their anniversary. Their oneyear anniversary and he’d forgotten.

Oh god, he whispered, his hands starting to shake. Oh god, no. He took a step toward Taylor, then stopped. How could he wake her? What could he possibly say? He’d done the one thing he’d promised himself he’d never do. He’d made her feel unimportant, forgotten, just like all the others who’d broken her heart before him.

 But the movement must have been enough because Taylor’s eyes fluttered open. For a moment, she looked disoriented. Then her eyes focused on him. And the pain that filled them made Travis feel like he’d been hit by a truck. “You’re home,” she said, her voice flat. “Not angry, just empty, resigned. You finally made it home, Taylor.

” Travis started, but the words caught his throat. Taylor sat up slowly, the blanket falling from her shoulders. She was wearing the dress she’d bought specifically for tonight, a soft blue one that Travis had once said made her eyes look like the ocean. Her hair, which had clearly been styled hours ago, was now mess from sleeping.

 Her face, even puffy from crying, was still the most beautiful thing Travis had ever seen. And he made her cry. What time is it? Taylor asked, though she clearly didn’t care about the answer. It’s It’s after 1, Travis managed. Baby, I am so so. Don’t, Taylor interrupted, standing up. She swayed slightly, and Travis instinctively moved to help her, but she held up a hand. Just don’t.

 She walked to the dining table, looking at the cold food, the dead candles. She let out a laugh, but it was the saddest sound Travis had ever heard. I called your mom today, Taylor said, her back still to him. I asked her for the recipe for your favorite meal. The one she makes on your birthday. She was so sweet, Travis.

 She walked me through every step. It took me 4 hours to make. Travis felt something break inside his chest. Wait, hold on. Because what happened next would either destroy them or save them. I also wrote you a song, Taylor continued, her voice getting smaller. I’ve written hundreds of songs in my life, but this one, this one was just for you.

 About us, about this year, about how you changed everything for me. She turned around and Travis could see fresh tears starting to fall. I had it all planned, Travis. Dinner, then the song. Then I had a gift. I’ve been working on it for months. Taylor, please, Travis said, his own voice breaking. Please, let me explain.

 Explain what? And now, finally, there was emotion in her voice. Pain, raw, unfiltered pain. Explain how football celebration was more important than us. Explain how you couldn’t even check your phone for 5 minutes to see me calling. Explain how you forgot the day that’s supposed to celebrate us being together. It’s not like that.

 Then what is it like? Taylor’s voice rose. Because from where I’m standing, it looks exactly like that. It looks like I sat here for six hours watching these candles burn down, watching this food get cold, watching my phone light up with messages from my friends asking how our perfect anniversary dinner went. And I had a lie, Travis.

 I had to pretend everything was fine because I was too embarrassed to admit that you didn’t even remember. Travis took a step forward, but Taylor stepped back. You know what the worst part is? It’s not even the forgetting. People forget things. But Travis, you’ve been home for 10 minutes and you haven’t even said you’re sorry.

 You’ve been trying to explain, to justify, to make excuses, but you haven’t said the words. She was right. She was absolutely right. Travis had been so panicked, so desperate to fix it that he hadn’t done the most basic thing. “I’m sorry,” he said, and his voice cracked. “Taylor, I’m so so sorry.

” “Are you?” Taylor asked, and the doubt in her voice killed him. Or are you just sorry you got caught? Sorry that I’m upset because this isn’t just about tonight, Travis. This is about what tonight represents. What do you mean? Taylor wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly looking smaller than Travis had ever seen her. It means that maybe we don’t fit.

 Maybe your life, football, games, celebrations with the team and my life, tours, concert, studio sessions, maybe they just don’t fit together. Maybe we’ve been trying to force something that doesn’t work. No, Travis said firmly, moving closer. No, that’s not true, isn’t it? Taylor’s tears were flowing freely now. Travis, I’ve been in relationships where I wasn’t enough.

 With a person I love chose everything else over me, and I promised myself I’d never do that again. I promised myself the next person would be different, would choose me, would remember me. Her voice broke on the last word, and Travis felt his own eyes burning with tears. You are enough. You’re everything, Taylor. Then why wasn’t I enough tonight? She whispered.

Why wasn’t I enough for you to check your phone? To remember what today was to choose me over a celebration that happens every week. This is where Travis realized he had to be honest. Completely honest, even if the truth was ugly. Because I was scared, he admitted his voice barely audible. I was scared, Taylor. And I ran away.

 Taylor looked up, confusion mixing with her pain. Scared of what? Travis ran his hands over his face trying to find the words. Scared of this, of us, of how real we are. He laughed bitterly. I know that sound insane, but Taylor, this year with you has been the best year of my life. And celebrating our anniversary, it made it all so official, so permanent, so real.

 That’s a bad thing, Taylor asked bewildered. It is when you’re terrified of losing it, Travis said. And now his own tears started falling. Every morning I wake up next to you and I can’t believe it. Taylor Swift loves me. This incredible, talented, amazing woman chose me. But then I think, for how long? When does she realize I’m just some football player? When does she get bored? When does she find someone better? Taylor was staring at him frozen.

 So tonight, Travis continued, when I should have been coming home to celebrate the best year of my life. I panicked. I stayed at the celebration because there I’m just one of the guys. There, I don’t have to face how much I have to lose. there. I don’t have to think about how terrified I am that you’ll wake up one day and realize you made a mistake.

 The room was silent except for Travis’s ragged breathing. He’d said it, the fear he’d been carrying for months. The insecurity he’d never voiced. And now it was out there between them. And he had no idea what Taylor would do with it. “You’re an idiot,” Taylor said finally. Travis looked up startled. “What? You’re an idiot, Travis?” Kelsey, Taylor repeated.

And she was crying harder now. But there was something different in her voice, something softer. You think you’re the only one who’s scared? You think you’re the only one who wakes up terrified. She moved closer to him, closing the distance he’d been too afraid to cross. I’m scared every single day.

 I’m scared that one day you’ll realize how complicated my life is. How much pressure comes with being with me. How many people will judge you, scrutinize us, tear us apart on social media. I’m scared you’ll decide it’s not worth it, Taylor. But here’s the difference,” she continued, placing her hand on his chest. I’m scared, but I show up anyway.

I’m scared, but I choose you anyway. Every single day, Travis, even today when you didn’t show up for me, I was ready to choose you tomorrow. Because that’s what love is. It’s choosing each other even when you’re terrified. Travis caught her hand, held it against his heart. I’m sorry I didn’t show up tonight.

 I’m sorry I let my fear make me hurt you. And I’m sorry I made you doubt even for a second. How much you mean to me? Do I mean enough? Taylor asked, and her vulnerability in that moment broke him completely. You mean everything, Travis said, pulling her closer. You’re not just enough, Taylor. You’re everything. And I promise you, I will never ever forget that again.

 But Taylor pulled back slightly, looking up at him. How do I know that? How do I know this won’t happen again? That you won’t run scared and leave me waiting? This is the moment that would define their entire relationship. Travis let go of Taylor’s hand and moved to the dining table. There half hidden under a napkin was a small wrap box.

 He put it there this morning before the game before everything went wrong. His hand was shaking as he picked it up. “What is that?” Taylor asked. “I didn’t forget,” Travis said, turning to face her. “I mean, I did forget about dinner and time and checking my phone. But I didn’t forget us. I didn’t forget today.” He handed her the box.

 Taylor took it, her hands trembling. She unwrapped it slowly and inside was a simple silver bracelet, but engraved on it were words that made her breath catch. 365 days of choosing you. Here’s to 365 more and then forever t I bought this 3 weeks ago. Travis said, I’ve been carrying it around, waiting for the perfect moment tonight.

I had a whole plan. I was going to give it to you after dinner. Tell you how this year changed my life. How you changed my life. Taylor was staring at the bracelet, tears falling onto the silver. But I messed it up, Travis continued. I’ll let my fear make me stupid. I’ll let insecurity make me cruel.

 But Taylor, even in my worst moment, even when I was running away, I never stopped choosing you. I just forgot to show up for that choice. Taylor looked up at him and Travis had never seen her look so torn. Travis, I need to know this won’t happen again. I need to know that when things get scary, you won’t disappear because I can handle a lot.

 But I can’t handle being forgotten. Not again. Not by you. Travis took her face in his hands, gently wiping away her tears with his thumbs. I won’t promise I’ll be perfect. I won’t promise I won’t screw up. But I promise that I will never ever forget you again. I promise that when I’m scared, I’ll tell you instead of running.

 And I promise that every single day, in every choice I make, you will be first. How can you promise that? Because losing you is scarier than anything else in this world. Travis said, “Being without you is scarier than admitting I’m terrified, and I’d rather face my fears with you than run from them alone.

” Taylor searched his face, looking for truth, for certainty, for something to believe in. And whatever she saw there must have been enough, because she leaned forward and pressed her forehead against his. “I’m still mad at you,” she whispered. “I know, and you’re going to have to make this up to me.

 I will everyday for the rest of my life if you’ll let me.” Taylor pulled back slightly and Travis was relieved to see the smallest hint of a smile on her face. The rest of your life? That’s a long time, Kelsey. Not long enough, he said. Not nearly long enough. She finally finally smiled. A real smile. You’re still an idiot.

 The biggest idiot in the world. Travis agreed. But I’m your idiot. If you’ll still have me. Instead of answering, Taylor reached into her pocket and pulled out a small wrap package. I still want you to have your gift, she said quietly. Even after everything, Travis took it, his hands shaking. When he unwrapped it, he found a necklace, a pennant shaped like a miniature Super Bowl ring. But it wasn’t just any ring.

It was a perfect replica of his first championship ring. The one that had meant everything to him. Until Taylor, he turned it over and saw the engraving. You’re my champion always. T. Travis broke. Completely, utterly broke. He pulled Taylor into his arms and let himself cry. For the pain he’d caused her. For the fear he’d been carrying.

For the love he felt that was so big it terrified him. And Taylor held him, her own tears mixing with his. I don’t deserve you, Travis said into her hair. Probably not, Taylor agreed. And he could hear the smile in her voice. But you’re stuck with me anyway. If you’re watching this, understand that real love isn’t about perfect moments.

 They stood there in their living room holding each other as the night turned early morning. Eventually, Taylor pulled back and looked at the cold food on the table. “Well,” she said. “That’s ruined. I’ll make you breakfast.” Travis offered immediately. “Anything you want,” Taylor pretended to consider it. “Anything, anything in the world.

” “Okay, I want pancakes. The ones shaped like hearts. And I want you to serve them while wearing the apology on your face that you should have started with.” Travis laughed, his first real laugh since he’d walked through that door. Deal. But first, he took the bracelet from the box and gently clasped it around Taylor’s wrist.

 Then he took the necklace she’d given him and put it on. “There,” he said. “Now we match. You’re champion and you’re what am I?” “My home,” Taylor said simply. “You’re my home, Travis.” even when home forgets to check his phone. They moved to the kitchen together and Travis started making pancakes at 2:00 in the morning while Taylor sat on the counter watching him.

She told him about the song she’d written and he made her promise to play it for him after breakfast. He told her about his plan to set five alarms for every important date and she laughed at him but agreed it was necessary. Next year, Travis said, flipping a heart-shaped pancake. Next year, I’m taking you somewhere. Anywhere you want.

No phones, no team, no distractions, just us. Just us sounds perfect, Taylor said. But Travis, yeah, can we also have pizza? Because as much as I love your mom’s recipe, 4 hours is too long to spend cooking. Travis laughed. Best pizza in Kansas City. I promise. As the sun started to rise, they sat at the table with fresh pancakes, reheated wine, and the remnants of a night that had almost broken them, but instead made them stronger.

 Taylor played her song on her phone and Travis cried again, but this time from happiness. The lyrics captured everything he’d been too scared to say. Everything he felt but couldn’t put into words. You know what I realized tonight? Taylor asked as they finished eating. What? I realized that I’d rather fight with you than be perfect with anyone else.

 I’d rather have messy, complicated, scary love with you than easy, simple, safe love with someone else. Travis reached across the table and took her hand, his thumb tracing over the bracelet he’d given her. Even when I’m an idiot, especially when you’re an idiot, Taylor said, “Because even at your worst, you’re still my choice.

” They cleaned up together, dancing in the kitchen to the playlist Taylor had made for their dinner. Travis apologized 17 more times. Taylor told him to stop apologizing and start planning how he’d make it up to her. They argued about whether breakfast counted as dinner. They laughed, they kissed, they chose each other. And when Travis finally pulled Taylor in a bed as the sun rose fully, he whispered, “I have something else to tell you.

 If you tell me, you forgot something else.” “I’m leaving,” Taylor mumbled into his chest, but she was smiling. “I didn’t forget this,” Travis said. He pulled a small note from his nightstand drawer. “I wrote this weeks ago. I was going to give it to you tonight.” After dinner, Taylor took the note and read it in the morning light.

 Her eyes filled with tears, but this time they were happy tears. The note read, “One year ago today, my life changed because you said yes to a date with some football player who couldn’t even get your attention properly. Next year, I’m going to ask you a different question and I really hope you say yes again because I want every anniversary for the rest of my life.” “Get ready, T.K.

” Taylor looked up at him, her eyes wide. “Travis Kelsey, is this what I think it is?” “It’s a promise,” Travis said, pulling her closer. A promise that I’m in this for real, for always. For every anniversary, even the ones I might mess up, because next year, Taylor Swift, I’m not going to forget. I’m going to ask you to forget anniversaries altogether and just celebrate forever instead.

Taylor kissed him long and deep and full of promise. You better have a really good ring, she whispered against his lips. The best, Travis promised. Almost as good as you deserve. Almost. They fell asleep as the city woke up around them. two people who had almost lost each other but found something stronger instead.

 They found the courage to be scared together, to mess up together, to forgive together, and to choose each other every single day forever. Because that’s what real love looks like. Not perfect moments, but perfect forgiveness. Not flawless execution, but flawless commitment. Not never making mistakes, but never giving up on each other when mistakes are made.

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 Show up, choose each other, and when you forget, make sure they know they were never really forgotten. Not in your heart. That’s not just a love story. That’s a forever story.