Loving You

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                     You'd think that if you met your idol, it'd be the greatest thing that's ever happened to you. You always say that if you met them, your life would be complete, or, I'd never ask for anything ever again. Yeah, that's what you say, but it's really not like that. Your life isn't complete, and you're going to ask for something again. It's never the way you think it is. Ever. It's all in your head. All you're doing is thinking it, but this is reality. Famous people aren't the way they say they are, in fact, they're the complete opposite. They're all liars. All the shit they say on camera is fake. Every single one of them. And I know that, because I've experienced it. 

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                      I remember everything perfectly. It felt like it happened yesterday, but in reality, it actually happened months ago. That day was full of tears, screams and of course, falling in love with a pink haired girl. Basically I fell in love with my life saviour, inspiration and female crush. It sounds cliche to say that she saved my life when I never used to personally know her, but it's absolutely true. She was the only person who could brighten my mood, and probably the only person who could put a smile on my face, no matter what situation I was in. Sure, I never excepted to actually fall in love with her, but it just kind of happened. I'm sure she never wanted to fall in love with me either, but there's nothing we can do about it now. 

                         It was my first concert and meet and greet. Believe me, I never thought I'd  get the chance to actually experience meeting your idol, but I finally did, and I couldn't be any happier. 

                          The way we meet, will always be stuck in my mind. The meet and greet was finally happening, and I waited three hours in a long line up, with screaming girls. Three hours seems like a long wait, but it's completely worth it in the end.

                         When it was my turn, my eyes locked with the pinked haired girls eyes as I slowly approached. My heart was racing, my palms were sweaty and butterflies erupted in my stomach. When she smiled, her eyes lit up in joy as my hands clasped over my mouth, while hot tears dripped off of my eye lashes. Her arms reached out toward me, pulling me into an embrace. That contagious smile never leaving her face as she pulled away from me.

                         "Hi! What's your name?" Demi questioned, her chocolate brown eyes locking with my blue ones.

                         "Megan." My blue eyes swarmed in a pool of salty tears. "I just want to let you know that you saved my life and I love you so much."

                          By now, my face was completely wet of tears. Demi's face softened as she pulled me into another hug, tightening her grip this time. "Thank you so much. I love you more, stay strong, gorgeous." She whispered in my ear, feeling her breath hit against the side of my face, made the smile on my face grew ten times larger.

                        "I will, thank you." Once we pulled away, we got ready for our picture.

                        She leaned forward, pressing her lips against my cheek as I made a peace sign in front of me. Once the flash struck my eyes, she pulled away from me and I turned around to face her.

                           "Do you have a pen?" I nodded, pulling the pen out of my back pocket.

                         I had the pen back there for an autograph, but I decided to not ask for one. She grabbed my hand, facing my palms upright and placed the pen down onto my skin. Gently, she drug the object on my hand creating ink marks on my hand.