Under the electric glow of the Wembley lights, James stood on the grand stage, his heart racing with the energy of eighty thousand voices melding into one. The dream he had chased for years was finally fulfilled, yet as the last notes of the night faded into the air, a different feeling washed over him. When the crowd dispersed, he found himself backstage, room half-empty, holding a couple of cold beers. By his side was Lily, his partner in life's greatest adventure.

They began to reminisce, just like they always did. The laughter between them flowed freely as they reminisced about the simplest moments, the ones that had shaped their lives together. “You remember our first kiss?” he asked, a warm smile forming on his lips. Lily’s eyes sparkled as she nodded, “Of course! It was under the stars when I thought you were just trying to impress me.”

“Or the first night we spent together,” he added, a nostalgic glint in his gaze. “That was the night that made me realize how incredible you are.”

Lily chimed in with a soft laugh, “And the first song that made me cry? I still can’t listen to it without thinking of you.” The memories tumbling out felt richer and fuller than any performance could ever be.

“As we stumble home that night, I felt a flutter in my stomach,” he confessed, the innocence of those moments lingering like a sweet melody. “Those butterflies never left, did they?”

She playfully shook her head, “Nope, not even when we had our first fight.” Their eyes met, a shared understanding glowing between them—love was real, it was hard, yet it was undeniably magical.

Suddenly, the room grew quiet, and James felt the gravity of the moment settle in. He recalled the day he had knelt on one knee, heart pounding, nerves dancing, as he asked her to marry him. Her response, a mix of disbelief and pure joy, had etched that moment into his mind forever. “Darling, are you joking?” she had exclaimed, but his earnest “Please” had woven their hearts together for eternity.

“I can’t wait to make a million more first times with you,” he declared, a determined fire igniting in his chest as he envisioned their future—a family, laughter in the hallways, and the endless journey of love.

They clinked their bottles together in celebration of all to come, embracing the promise of their life ahead: the first child, the first dance in a garden just like her parents’, and countless other moments that life would offer.

In that moment, surrounded by empty space but filled with love, James realized that the simplest things—the firsts that stitched their lives together—were indeed the threads that made a man. As the city lights glimmered outside, it was clear: this was only the beginning of their story.