Imagine:
You and your best friend were walking down by the beach. The beautiful sunset over the ocean had you breathless, it was so peaceful and relaxing. That was, until, a mob of screaming girls came out of nowhere. They rushed over to some guy, forming a giant blob around him. You and your friend ran over to see what the big deal was. You looked around in the crowded, and in the middle, all squished, was Cameron Dallas.
"CAMERON?" you yelled. You and your friend start freaking out, like this was some kind of a dream. You push your way through girls to get up close.
"Ladies, ladies! Back up, if you'd like to meet Cameron, then you need to form some sort of a line. Let's keep this organized," a guy yelled, maybe a bodyguard or something.
You quickly jumped into the messy line. After almost 10 minutes of waiting, you finally reached the front. You were shaking, and on the verge of crying. There was Cameron, standing with his arms open and a big smile on his face. You took a deep breath and then ran into his arms. He squeezed you close to him, you were the happiest girl on earth.
"I love you, so much," you muttered into his chest.
"I love you too," Cameron smiled.
"This is the best day of my life," you laughed, "Can I get a picture?"
"Yes, of course babe."
"...Thanks..." you said softly, remembering something. Something important.
"Hey, what's wrong? Aren't you happy to meet me?
"Yeah! I'll remember this moment for the rest of my life."
"Then why do you seem so sad?
"Because you won't."
