At 3:47 a.m., Taylor Swift awoke. She thought it might be an incorrect number or one of Travis Kel’s colleagues with some late night group chat foolishness based on the buzzing of his phone on his bedside. She was shocked to see a single text message on the lock screen which sent shivers down her spine.

Redot, thank you for tonight. The name of a sender Shawn in the shadows, the former girlfriend of Kayla Travis before Taylor. He dated her for two years. the person Taylor had not repeatedly stalked on Instagram. Additionally, as Taylor sat up in bed, her pulse pounding, her thoughts racing, and her hands immediately reaching for her luggage, while Travis slept soundly next to her, totally ignorant that his phone had just detonated a bomb in their relationship.

Taylor wasn’t sure she wanted to hear Travis’s explanation, whatever it may be. Taylor’s mind struggled to comprehend what she was seeing as she gazed at the phone for a whole minute. I appreciate you tonight, this evening, as in earlier tonight. Similar to the night Travis informed Taylor he was leaving to go to bed early since practicing had left him tired.

 The night Taylor spent working on tracks until midnight at her national studio. Apparently, Travis had been with Kayla that night. She climbed out of bed slowly, her hands trembling. Don’t wake Travis, please. After taking her phone off her own bedside table, she entered the bathroom. Silently shutting the door and turning on the light, she turned to face the mirror.

Sleep caused the mascara to get a little smeared. Untidy hair, dawning one of Travis’s former chief’s t-shirts. She seems to have faith in her lover. She appeared to be a fool. She immediately went to Travis’s Instagram after opening her phone. Nothing fresh. She looked at his tag pictures. Nothing. She visited Kayla’s profile, for which she had regrettably committed the username to memory in previous insecure episodes.

Three days have passed since Kayla’s last post. Nothing about Travis, but that didn’t really matter. Not everything was posted by people. People concealed things. People told lies. Every scenario that Taylor’s mind could think of was worse than the last. Had they gotten together? Had they been messaging each other the entire time? Was this the reason Travis had seemed aloof lately? Had he in fact been aloof? Or were unreal patterns being created by Taylor’s anxiety? In an attempt to slow her breathing, she sat on the bathtub’s

edge. She could demand an explanation and wake Travis right now. Alternatively, she may browse his phone. She felt nauseous at the prospect. That was the most private thing she had ever done to him. They had never been the type of pair who demanded passwords or looked at each other’s phones. However, that heart thank you for tonight emoji.

For what did she express gratitude to him? Taylor decided what to do. Without knowing, she couldn’t sleep beside him. She couldn’t act as though nothing was wrong. Still moving silently, she returned to the bedroom and began removing things from her dresser. Her sneakers, a sweatshirt, and jeans. Taylor.

From the bed came Travis’s drowsy voice. What are you doing? What time is it? She simply continued walking, taking her overnight bag from the closet without responding. Suddenly, more light, Travis sat up. What’s going on, baby? Why are you preparing to pack? Your phone went off. Taylor remarked in a controlled, flat voice.

I saw the message at 3:47. What’s the message? Squinting at the screen in the dark, he reached for his phone. from your ex-girlfriend, Kayla. A heart-shaped thank you for tonight. Taylor could hear her own heartbeat beating in her ears during the ensuing utter silence. Taylor kept a close eye on Travis’s face as he read the message.

Uncertainty followed by recognition followed by what appeared to be panic. I can explain, Taylor. I’d prefer not to listen to it. She closed her bag with a zip. Whatever tale you have planned, I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to hear defenses or explanations that don’t align with your beliefs. No, it’s never is.

It is never what it appears to be. There’s always a cause or an explanation for messaging your ex-girlfriend at 3:00 in the morning. In some ways, using heart emojis is harmless, and I’m insane for being angry. I didn’t send her a text. I didn’t even notice her text until just now. There was no humor in Taylor’s laugh. You didn’t see her tonight.

Then Travis paused just for a moment. However, it was sufficient. You did? Oh my god. You didn’t tell me that you saw her tonight. Back then, things weren’t like that. Travis, how was it? Because it appears to me that you spent tonight with your ex-girlfriend while I was at work, that she lied to me about going to bed early, and that she is now texting you heart-shaped thank you texts at 4:00 in the morning. She gave me a call.

She needed her mother who was in the hospital. Taylor spoke in a cold tone. Naturally, she called her ex-boyfriend because her mother was in the hospital rather than anyone else in her life. This is where Travis forced Taylor stop packing and pay attention even though she didn’t want to. Her mother has breast cancer, stage three of Taylor.

They only learned about it yesterday. She knew, but she didn’t know who else to call. There was a small crack in his voice. She was aware that I had experienced this with my own mother. She needed someone who could relate to her, someone with firsthand experience, and he ceased rubbing his face with his hands. I ought to have informed you.

I should have. I know, but you were. It was late to the studio, and I simply didn’t think. I simply went into problem-solving mode when she was screaming and in a panic over the phone. I spoke with her over the phone for two hours about doctors treatment options and what to anticipate. That’s all. That’s the entire tale.

With her suitcase in her hand and her mind attempting to adjust, Taylor stood motionless. 2 hours. Yes, between 1:30 and 3:30. My phone log is available for you to see. And you never considered telling me about this? I had just hung up the phone with her when I crashed in the morning. I was going to tell you. She sent me another text with a heart emoji which surprised me once more.

Travis glanced at his phone. I mean, Taylor, her mother has cancer. She might have been overly sentimental. The heart might not have meant what you believe it to. Travis, a heart emoji can only indicate one thing. Or perhaps she was simply appreciative and unable to think straight because her entire world had collapsed.

The illusion of being quiet had been discarded as they stood facing one another across the bed. Their voices elevated. You should have told me. Taylor’s voice broke as she said. You should have texted me. You should have stated, “Hey, Kayla’s mom is sick.” The moment she called, “I’m assisting her. I’ll explain later.

You should have told me about it instead of keeping me in the dark. I wasn’t hiding it. What do you call not bringing it up? What do you call letting me work through the night while you were actually on the phone with your ex-girlfriend for 2 hours? What do you call helping someone in need without considering the consequences because I was preoccupied with doing the right thing? Travis raised his hands and said, “So what? I should have just let her suffer alone.

Let her panic about her mom’s cancer because it might make you uncomfortable that I helped her. But what are you saying, Taylor? I’m saying that she stopped.” Tears streaming down her face. And now I’m saying that I woke up to a text from your ex-girlfriend thanking you for tonight. Traveled around the bed and knelt in front of her saying, “Baby, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.

I didn’t think about how it would look. I didn’t think about what you’d feel if you saw that message.” Her voice broke completely and she sat down on the edge of the bed, her bag falling to the floor. I felt like my world was ending, like every fear I’ve ever had about not being enough was coming true.

Taylor whispered. I know you were, but Travis, it killed me. Seeing that message killed me. I wasn’t with her. I was on the phone with her. I was just talking. Just helping. Why didn’t you tell me when you got off the phone? You could have texted. One text. Kayla’s mom is sick. I helped. We’ll explain tomorrow.

That’s all I needed. Travis sat back on his heels and said, “You’re right. I don’t have a good excuse other than the fact that it was 3:30 in the morning and I just I wanted to go to bed, but I should have texted you. Before we go any further, I would like to ask you a question. Have you ever made snap judgments about your partner’s behavior only to discover that it was innocent? Or have you ever been in a situation where you neglected to communicate something crucial and it caused hurt? Please leave a comment about

communication and trust in relationships because what transpired next revealed important details about their fears and insecurities. Taylor wiped her eyes. I truly want to believe you. I’m asking you to trust that I wouldn’t cheat on you, that I wouldn’t betray you, and that helping someone whose mother has cancer isn’t the same as having feelings for them.

But why you? Why did she call you specifically? Because I’ve been through it myself. My mom had cancer. Taylor, you know how terrifying that was for Jason and me. Kayla knows too because she was there when we went. Taylor’s anger was waning and was replaced by something more complex. Guilt, shame, understanding mixed with residual hurt.

I didn’t think about that. I just saw the message and I spiraled. I understand. If I woke up to a text from one of your exes thanking you for the night, I’d be devastated. I was probably the first person she thought of when her mom was diagnosed because I would truly understand the fear, the helplessness, the fact that he stopped his own voice from becoming emotional now.

And the sheer terror of possibly losing your mom, lose my mind, too. You would? Are you kidding? I’d be packing your bags for you. He attempted to smile, but it fell short of his eyes. But Taylor, I need you to trust me. Even when things seem hopeless and your anxiety is telling you that something’s wrong, I need you to come to me before you start packing your bags.

I was afraid. Afraid that you’ve been lying to me the entire time and I was too blind to notice it. Travis moved to sit next to her on the bed. Where is this coming from? The lack of trusting me. We’ve been together for I’ve been quiet for a long time, but then quietly because everyone else has lied.

Everyone else has had late night conversations and secret text messages that turned out to be exactly what they looked like. And I keep waiting for you to be like them. I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. I’m not them, Taylor. I know. Logically, I know that. But at 3:47 in the morning, when I see a message from your ex-girlfriend, logic loses its edge and trauma takes over.

Travis drew her in closer. What can I do? How can I help you trust me? Really? Trust me. Tell me things even when you think they are not important. Even when it’s 3:00 in the morning and you’re exhausted, send me one text. Kayla called. Her mom’s sick. Helping her will explain later. That’s all I need, just to be kept in the loop so I don’t feel blindsided. He paused.

But Taylor, you also have to make a promise. What? That you’ll wake me up? They sat in silence for a moment, holding each other, and said, “Hey, I saw this message and I’m freaking out.” Instead of quietly packing your bags and preparing to leave, “Baby, watching you pack to leave me was one of the most terrifying things I’ve ever experienced.

” Taylor started crying again. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I should have woken you up immediately. We both messed up. I should have communicated. You should have talked to me instead of running.” other both of them worn out from the past hour’s emotional roller coaster. May I see your phone? I don’t want to be the girlfriend who demands to check phones, but I think I need to see the conversation to really believe you, Taylor said softly.

Travis immediately unlocked his phone and gave it to her, saying, “Read everything. I have nothing to conceal.” Taylor responded after opening his messages and locating the thread with Kayla. She scrolled up and read the whole exchange, and it was exactly what Travis had claimed. Travis, I can’t thank you enough for tonight. You talked me down from a complete panic attack and gave me hope that we can get through this. You’re a good man.

Thank you, Red Heart. There was nothing flirtatious or inappropriate, just sincere gratitude from someone whose world had just shattered. Taylor handed the phone back, feeling both relieved and ashamed. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t trust you. I apologize for giving you a reason to doubt me, even if it was unintentional.

I should have been more open. Will you continue to support her? Travis examined her closely during her mom’s treatment. Would you be okay with that? I won’t if it makes you uncomfortable, but if you asking my honest opinion, I think I should. Not because I have feelings for her, but because I’ve been where she is, and I know how much it helps to have someone who understands.

Taylor gave it some thought. I’ve given it a lot of thought. I think you should help her, but I need you to let me know when you talk to her so I won’t be shocked. And Taylor, you can participate in those conversations whenever you want. You can meet her, talk to her mother, or be present when I’m giving advice.

This doesn’t have to be some covert activity I’m doing apart from you. It actually made Taylor feel better. Would you be okay with me being involved? Of course. You’re my partner. You’re my type. And to be honest, you might know better than I do. Your mom also had cancer, so you probably have information that I don’t.

Taylor’s chest relaxed. And the thought that this would be something they did together rather than something Travis did alone made all the difference. All right. Yeah, I’d like that. I’d like to help. Yeah. Yeah. And maybe I should text her, too. I’ve been in her position, so I know how frightening it is.

I don’t want to be the girlfriend who freaks out over every text. I don’t want to be paranoid and jealous. and you’re not. You had a moment of panic based on past trauma. That’s different from being a paranoid person. Taylor leaned into him. You’re amazing. You know that I’m a mess who almost left you over a thank you text at 4:00 a.m.

You’re human with fears and insecurities like everyone else. But you’re working on them. We’re working on them together. Travis said I should text her back eventually. Let her know I’m here if she needs anything else. Is that okay? Yeah. and ask her if this way. The next time something seems strange, your first instinct is to trust me instead of doubt me.

How do we do that? We communicate. We’re transparent. We tell each other things even when they seem small. We choose trust even when it’s hard. Travis typed out a message showing Taylor before sending it. So, it’s okay if I reach out, too. I’d like to offer support as someone who’s been through it. Of course, anytime.

And hey, Taylor wants to reach out, too. If you’re comfortable with that, she’s been through the cancer journey with her mom and might have some good perspectives. She’s here for you, too. Kayla’s response was unusually quick considering it was 5:00 a.m. Really? That would mean so much. Thank you both. Clearly, after taking Travis’s phone, Taylor typed, “No problems at all.

I’m so sad for your mother. I am aware that this is frightening. If you need to chat to someone who understands, I’m available. Sending love to you and your family, Kayla replied with prayer hands and heart emojis. And for some reason, everything felt resolved in a way Taylor hadn’t anticipated. Later that morning, after they had both slept for a few hours, Taylor woke up to find Travis preparing breakfast.

She entered the kitchen and put her arms around him from behind, saying, “I’m sorry I tried to.” Two weeks later, Taylor, Travis, and Kayla met at a coffee shop. It was awkward at first, but within 20 minutes, they were deep in conversation about oncologists, treatment plans, and how to support someone through chemotherapy.

Taylor shared what worked for her mom. Travis shared what worked for Donna, and Kayla took notes like her life depended on them. After they left, Kayla gave them both a hug. I’m sorry I didn’t text you. I love you even when I’m crazy and insecure. I don’t know how I would have survived this without you, both of you.

In the car on the way home, Travis reached over and took Taylor’s hand. Thank you for doing this, for overcoming your fears, for choosing trust even when it was difficult, and for being worth trusting even when I get strange texts at 3:47 in the morning. Even then though, better communication next time. Deal.

And seriously, wake me up instead of packing next time deal. 6 months later, when Kayla’s mother completed her final round of she threw a celebration party after receiving chemotherapy and being deemed cancer-free, inviting Taylor and Travis. When Kayla stood up to speak about everyone who had helped them along the way, she specifically mentioned Travis and Taylor.

“These two showed me what real love looks like,” Kayla said. tears in her eyes. Not just love between partners, but love that extends to people you barely know. Even when it would be simpler to keep a distance, even when it’s painful, and even when there’s history, they arrived for us in in unexpected ways.

And I will always be appreciative. Remember when I almost left you over that text message? How could I forget? You had a whole bag packed. I’m really glad I didn’t leave, Taylor remarked after the celebration in the car. I agree, sweetie. I do too. We’re getting better at this. I believe the communication and trust issues.

Yes, we are. We truly are. Additionally, Taylor’s phone buzzed with a text from Kayla when they arrived home that evening. Again, I want to thank you for everything. Goals for your relationship. Are you too red? Taylor demonstrated it, too. Travis grinned. Your ex sent you a heart emoji. Will you prepare your belongings? No, not at all.

Because I have faith in both you and us. Excellent. Since I’m not leaving, despite the fact that you wake me up at 3:47 a.m. worried over something for which there is a perfectly valid explanation, I’m also staying put even when you’re too busy being a decent person to text me critical information. We’re still developing the finest type of ongoing project.

How does this tale of trust, fear, and deciding to believe in yourself make you feel partner even when things don’t seem good? Have you ever faced a situation when you had to choose between believing your worry and believing your partner? Have you ever been in Travis’s shoes attempting to assist someone while neglecting to keep your partner informed? In the comments, share your experiences with fostering trust and resolving relationship anxieties.

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