*at magcon*
when I was there standing next yo Cameron as he hugged his fans and said he loved them it hit me.... I was a fan I still am he told me the same thing that he loved me was it a joke he stayed because I was pregnant...Probably was it just a mistake.... I walked outside to get dome air and nash was out there for his break "Hey" he said "Nash I need yo clear my head can I talk to you?" I asked about to cry..."YEAH what's wrong?"he asked ...
" he says he loves me but I was just a Fan and if he says he loves a fan it means he loves everyone I'm nothing but a fan and that's all I've ever been and I had to learn that the hard way I just had my heart build up just to be knocked down in my fingers will slip if I can't hold on to the edge anymore I'm yelling for help and I'm sorry for the hate but I'm just fan and that's all I ever will be to him nothing more..." he looks at me with shock "Shay he loves you...I love you your not a fan your a dream come true!" he said softly "Nash I'm leaving tonight I want you to be the one to hold me before I get on the plane not Cameron I don't want to have my heart break..." I told him I was going to pack and to meet me outside the hotel at 11:15 so he can take me to the airport....
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I just finished packing and it is 10 the guys went out to dinner with there manager but Nash said he was sick...
"Hey are you ready" he asked as I got in the car..."Nash I'm ready..I've been thinking about this and it what's best" I told him and we drive off..
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he holds me and we sit there crying..."Shay please don't go you can talk to him..." I cut him off "Nash its fine its what's best" we hugged for 10 minutes and they said My plane was now boarding "Nash I have to go I'll call and text you every night I promise" I told him he hugs me one last time and I kissed him on the cheek "thank you!" I said "I will never forget you and I'll visit you okay" I told him "Its not good bye more like see you later" he said "exactly I have to go good.. I mean see you later" I said walking on to my plane....
