Fall- A Justin Bieber Love Story

Chapter 52- Fall

Chapter 52- Fall

"Well did you know you're an angel who forgot how to fly?"~ Justin Bieber

As a child I always believed that a prince came protected in his shining armour and riding a horse. I thought that he would cut down any weeds that got in his way and would do anything to save me from my tower high up in the sky. I thought that he would kiss me and I would wake up from this horrible nightmare. Little did I know my prince came in the form a hazel-eyed boy whose smile is enough to make a bad day good.

Growing up I never knew why people idolised love so much. It was just a feeling right? It was just like sadness and hatred. It was nothing but a word to describe a feeling. The love between a mother and child is different to the love between lovers. Growing up I never witnessed the second type of love. My dad left and my mom was alone. I was never taught the customary things that should happen between a couple. How could I? I had never seen it before. The few movies that I did watch I knew was anything but realistic. Love doesn't work like that. I mean, look at my parents. If love was like how they made it out then heartbreak wouldn't exist. I remember the night I heard my mom crying to Pattie. I was sharing Justin's room with him and I watched him as I sleep. It was that night I vowed to myself that I would never fall in love. I don't need a man. They only let you down. Little did I know that the boy I shared that room with would be the one to capture my heart.

In my teenage years I had a major crush on Justin. I mean we were both going through changes and I couldn't help but find him attractive and appealing. I was 100% sure that I loved him. Looking back I now realise that it was nothing but a silly crush. At the time though it couldn't have been anything but love. That was what I convinced myself. Back then I had him all to myself. I didn't have to share him with the world. We would spend all our time together and the world didn't even matter. We became one person. Some people thought that as we got older we would naturally fall apart due to being opposite genders. That never happened. We refused for that to happen. If anything we got closer. We became each other's escape from the real world. When we were together nothing existed but the two of us. We were in our own little world.

But that all got ripped from up when he had to move. I still remember saying goodbye to him. I asked him to never forget me and to that he replied 'I can never forget you'. When he left I had nothing left. School became dull and boring. At home I had no-one to talk to, no-one that understood me. We stopped speaking. I thought that was it and I tried to forget him but then there was that evening when I heard I was going to him. No matter how much I lie to myself I know that I was happy. I was hurt and angry at him but I couldn't have been happier that to move. Leaving school and making new friends didn't bother me. Just seeing glimpses of him would have been enough. Instead I was blessed with having him again. This time though I had to share him.

If you ask me when I fell in love with him I would tell you that it was eleven years ago when we were playing Hide and Seek and he told me that I will always have him. The love I felt then isn't the same I feel now but I did love him. He was everything to me and without him I wouldn't be able to breathe. He knows me better that I know myself and he knows what I need before I do. He can make me smile on the days that I don't want to. He is the shoulder that I know I will always have to cry on. He may not be a prince that will save me from my tower but he is my best friend that has always been there for me.

That is why as I look around at the bare room I can't help but feel upset. I hate having to cut him out but I know that it is for the best. Maybe one day I will be able to return but that day isn't today. Tomorrow is the day my new life starts. A much-needed fresh start. I will bury all the pain and heartbreak and pray that I never find it again. It's time to move on.