Once More, With Feeling (Lady Gaga oneshots)

A Love Letter To You, Someone.

You let out a feathery sigh, your hands picking up the sharp pencil withing the warm grip of your left hand. Your eyes trained on the paper as your tiny hands began to write the letter, a love letter; pouring your heart out in false cursive, bearing resemblance to that of Russian cursive (for some odd reason):

Stefani.

Oh how that line has haunted me.

I dont know what to write, what to say. I'm sorry. Does that count?
I'm good at these types of things, but not with you. My how I dreaded this, I procrastinated a lifetimes worth while debating the words to be written in this letter.

Is this a love letter? I love you.

It must sound crazy, for me to just expose my feelling for you through a letter; a letter intended to do the opposite of how I feel. This seems so inappropriate to just flood my feeling onto you, to throw my feelings into your pockets. But your the one in which my feeling are directed toward, so I have found it quite difficult to deal with you, Stefani Germanotta.

What does it truly mean to be irresistible? You're irresistible to me.

Your beautiful, gorgeous, the most exotic yet perfect thing I've ever seen. Your so delicate and perfect, like angels took porcelain and crafted the perfect someone. I wish you were my someone. I can't help but watch your every delicate move of pixie dust when I'm around, watch you as your face contorts into the most beautiful of expression, watch as your body gives the beautiful movements and gestures of an angel.

Why can't I have you? I want you for myself.

I wish this was appropriate. I wish this would work. I wish I had the courage to tell you how I felt. Yet, everytime I get close to my goal, I have the overwhelming feeling of cowardness rush through me; I feeling as though I tell you, you will reject me. And I would not ruin the friendship we have built together.

What would happen if it worked, would we stay close, or would we move along farther apart? Would we even be able to keep ourselves from the public? No. We would be pulled apart from the embrace through life. your career, my career.

Why can't I love you? I want to love you.

Now, as this letter becomes complete, my time with you nearing to the last flickers of the embers, I have to make the gruesome choice to let you go. At least with the idea of my true love for you. This letter will be the closer to our beautiful relationship, and as I board my plane, I will leave. Leave you, us, what could have been. I will leave Malibu, leave California, leave the United States for a while; woefully marking the end of what could've been.

I love you Stefani, I love every inch of you, and I wished you loved me back.

     Love

      - Y/N

You put the pencil down, staring at the neat handwriting of your letter. Wishing for what could have been. "Y/N, love, it's time to go." Your manager had hollerd to you down the hall, you stood for a second, taking in the last of Stefani you could, before finding the strength to walk out.

"Where were you?" Your manager, Troy, asked you, slightly concerned at the pale look of your otherwise deeply tan face. "Just writing a letter." A small smile forced its way onto your plump lips, giving Troy the signal to let it go. 

~

Your Louis Vuitton luggage had been rolling behind you for a period of time. The nice men following you with the luggage since you arrived at thr Airport. "Love, you ok? All you have been focusing on is the ground since we left." Troy had always been the concerned type, always wanting to know if you are alright or need anything. 

"yeah, just not looking forward to the long ass flight." A small laugh escaped you, "well too bad, we have to board now." You nodded, unhappy about leaving the one person who was ment for you.

Stepping off of the little car, your luggage being brought onto the plane by the samemen who had been kindly helping you, you could only hear the voice of you love over all of the noise. "Y/N. Y/N!"

It sounded as though she was screaming for you, which only started to bring tears to your eyes. "Y/N! Y/N!" the screams seem to have gotten louder, closer, your eyes only filling with tears more. "Stefani." Your voice was quite, too quite for even you to hear. "Y/N, love, I think someone is here for you." Troy tapped your shoulder, looking stunned at the person afair. 

You had turned you head, tears threatening to spill onto your foundation coated cheek. 

There she was. She was running towards you, calling your name. "Y/N!" She grabbed you in her warms, pulling you into a deep, loving kiss, your feet dangling off of the ground as you wrapped your arms around her neck; deepening the kiss. "Don't leave me." She whispered into you lips.

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