Being in love is a nice feeling, it really is. But it sucks. It does. Especially for me, Justin Bieber. People always know what I'm doing. I can't do anything without it being in the newspapers. They make stories about me, while they don't even know me. So now I want to tell you my story.
It was December 11th, a couple of years ago. It was winter but the weather was nice. I liked the weather, the sun was shining trough the clouds. It was the day I fell in love with her, the day of our first date. I planned to take her to a restaurant I had been to with my family before. I picked her up at her house. She was dressed in a long black shirt with a striped crop top. She had classic, red lipstick on.
She looked stunning, she always did, but that day, it was different, it felt special. I looked into her beautiful dark eyes, this was really happening.
We entered the restaurant. It was a lovely place to eat. They served Italian food. I knew she loved Italian food.
A waiter walked towards us and asked if we had made a reservation. "Yes, on the name of Bieber." I said.
"Follow me" he said.
I ordered spaghetti bolognese, and she ordered a lasagne. We had a wonderful night, we talked about life and we laughed a lot. That night I knew it: I was in love.
After we sat down, I looked at her and said: "I need to ask you something. I know I haven't known you that long, but I really like you. I want to be able to call you mine, to cuddle you, to kiss you. Will you be my girlfriend? I mean.. It's okay if you don't want to, I totally get it..."
I was rambling because I was so nervous. She giggled and said: "Yes, of course, I'd love to. And at that very moment, my heart stood still. I was so lucky to have her in my life. She's amazing in every way. She was hot, she had a Mexican look and a beautiful voice.
When we left the restaurant, she winked at me and flipped her hair. I will never forget that moment, I looked at her beautiful, long, dark hair. It gave way to her pretty face, her lips. I loved her. The way she laughed, the way she talked. I loved her.
We kept our love secret. Not because we didn't want anyone to know about it, but we were afraid of what my fans would say. I didn't want her to leave me.