Every time I heard his voice it made me fall in love more. Every time he sang that one song, all of my problems disappeared, he made me truly happy. He put a smile on my face every single day, he made the sun shine on a rainy day. I couldn't help but love him, more than I ever should, it was so wrong but I just couldn't take my eyes off him. Even when he wasn't beside me I knew he was thinking about me.
When he was up on stage you could see the joy in his eyes, you could see he's doing what he loves. You can see everyone enjoying themselves. The effect he has on others is clear to see, he has made people happy, he has helped others. He's magical, he is more amazing than he'll ever know. He has made more difference than he'll ever see!
But he was just another dream, just someone else that I love too much for my own good. The monsters were running wild inside of me and they made me love him more than he could know. Without him I'd be so lost, he's my whole world.
To him, I'm just another fan, someone who has helped him get to where he is. Yes he's grateful, he loves us all, but he'll never really know how much I love him and appreciate him. He'll never fully understand the power and affect of his voice.
I can only dream of what could ever happen, but for now I am just faded, faded into the rest of the fans screaming his name at his concerts and waiting for his next song!
A/N: Wow, that was cheesy right? (I wrote it from my heart!) Kinda wrote that to the song faded from his album 'Covers' xx
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Maynard Imagines and Preferences
أدب الهواةThere aren't enough of these out there and my friend told me to write some on wattpad so here you go. Enjoy a book full of Jack and Conor Maynard.
