Sarah is swaying gently to the music, and I move too, echoing her movements. I hug her closer, press my head into her soft,warm hair, hair that's damp with drizzle and sweat, and I try to soak up the feel of her body against mine, trying to remember her smell for the days and weeks and months ahead. I'm misted up with the moment and the emotion, swept along with the sound of 125,000 people singing along to Liam fucking Gallagher singing just the best fucking love song.