don't forget s.m✔️

two

amanda;

today is the big day. the day i will meet the one guy who has made me complete.
i could listen to him for as long as live and never get bored. 
"road trip!" my mother yells playfully.
we were driving all the way to boston for his concert.
living in wisconsin, it's a pretty long distance. but it was the most worth it road trip.
despite the motion sickness, puking, and starvation, i was all good.
excited as can be.
i wonder what his features would look like up close.
hearing his voice live would be so amazing.
he's my life of the party.

a couple hours later, we finally arrive at our destination. my mother bought the cheap tickets, since we were definitely not a rich family. but i was still fine with that.
hopefully he will notice me.
i doubt it. for goodness sakes! i'm going to be in the back of the pack most likely.

i exit our red suburu vehicle and head towards the door. my mom waves at me and drives off.
"tickets miss?" the ticket collecter asks me. i pass in my ticket and walk into the stadium.
wow. a stadium. shawn mendes, the things we do for love.
i take my spot in the back and watch as all noise stops when a familiar figure steps onto the stage.
the lights turn on and my eyes meet the guy i have been dreaming of since forever.
everything i imagined is real.
the eyes, smile, muscles, perfect hands, guitar, everything. single. thing. is. real.
a wave of sound goes through my ears as a loud applause follows.
i catch some girls shouting, "marry me" and "take me to bed!"
too much information there.
i decide to just ignore what's going on and focus on two things.

shawn mendes and his angelic talent.