Madly in love, but nobody knew. Nobody could know. How would the paparazzi handle it? How would my sincere and dedicated, but over-protective, lovatics handle it? I want them to be happy, but not bully my love. I want us to live in happiness, instead of constant secrecy and fear of people finding out. Why can others who aren't famous date whoever they like without getting judged? But when I date anybody my fans dislike them?
Is this the price of fame?
He makes me smile when nobody else can. He can just give me one look, a second glance, a fraction of a stare - and kindle a fire in my heart. A fire burning with passion, flaming with deep love which I'm tired of hiding from everybody. I love him. I love Wilmer Valderrama with all my heart, passion and soul. He is my world.
11th May 2013 - Wango Tango.
"Angel! I'm here!" Wilmer exclaimed, excitement running wild through his voice.
"Yay! Quick, come and meet me! I'm backstage. You know how to get to me right?" I replied.
"Of course babe. I'll be there in 10. See you then! I love you." He blew a kiss and hung up.
Suddenly these overwhelming amounts of butterflies entered my tummy. I wasn't nervous, but I was excited. I couldn't wait any longer to see him. It feels like it's been an eternity.
I walked around in circles for a bit then as I went to sit down I felt hands on my waist.
Instantaneously the butterflies flew away. His head gently perched on my shoulder, his chest was pressed softly against my back, his hands were wrapped around my waist gently squeezing me. I felt like I was number one. Like, I was the most important girl in the entire world. Like anything could try and hurt me, but it wouldn't because in his arms, I felt safe.
"Hello angel." He whispered into my ears, clenching a little tighter and gently breathing out through his nose.
"H-hello love." I gently responded, smiling slightly. I wanted to stay in this position forever.
"How are you?" he asked softly.
"I'm good now. You?"
"I'm indescribably happy right now. Right in this moment."
"S-so am I."
He then gently let out a sigh of relief and then rocked my body slightly side-to-side. He pecked my cheek gently, his bristles gently brushing my pale soft skin. That was all I needed to get me through the performance.
"I've gotta go baby." he said, with a hint of despair in his voice.
"Me too. I'll ring you later and we can meet again."
"Sounds perfect. See you then. I love you." He then released his arms from my waist and walked away.
I stood there, dazed by emotions. I love him.
