NO!JIMMY PROTESTED
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11:16 PM : Monday, May 30, 2011
There she is, the love of your life. The only girl who keeps you from jumping off that ledge. She’s small, helpless, but the most beautiful girl your eyes have seen. She sleeps in your arms while your mom brings the suitcases from the hospital in. You kiss her. She holds your finger with all ten of hers. She’s a couple months old and she’s learning how to walk. ‘Come on Jazzy, come on!’ You yell out, not knowing that she’s totally in love with you. She walks because of you. ‘Come on Justin! Soccer practice!’ Your mom yells. ‘Can I hang out with Jazzy a little longer?!’ You reply. She finally runs into your arms after that long workout of a walk. You laugh and spin her around. It’s her first birthday. ‘Happy Birthday baby!’ You shout. She gurgles and eats the cake you place in front of her. You take pictures and roll her around the carpet after. Your mom yells, saying she might throw up if you upset her stomach. You stop and let her lay on your belly. She mumbles out her first word. ‘Bieber!’ Your eyes grow wide. ‘Jazzy? You said Bieber!’ She screams out in excitement. You spin her around once more. It’s her second birthday and you’ve been on tour for a while. You want to see her, but you won’t be in town in time for her party. But you’re still going to see her. She’s on the phone with you. ‘Baby girl. I love you. I love you.’ You whisper. ‘I wuv youu!’ She coos. ‘Bieber! Bieber!’ She yells through the receiver. ‘Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Jazzy, I love love love you.’ You can see her smile wide through the phone. ‘I love you.’ You say before hanging up the phone. She is your pride. The one thing that will never let you down. You are at an interview with Much Music and she is running through the halls. ‘Bieber! Bieber!’ She laughs. Your dad is trying to grab her but stops when he sees what room he’s on. The interviewee, and the rest of the fans, are all in aw when they see her running down the aisle to you. ‘Hey babe.’ You say through your microphone, and have her sit next to you. She’s the cutest thing they all say in their mind. You hug her tightly. She’s all yours. It’s her third birthday. She’s back in Canada. Where are you? Oh. You’re with your girlfriend. You tweet a sweet Birthday wish to her. But she doesn’t get to hug you, or kiss you, or even look at you. You’re in the kitchen with your girlfriend who kisses your neck while your bodyguard cooks the fish you caught. She has her head on the door of your house, waiting. The doorbell rings and she thinks it’s you. It’s just your grandparents, wishing her a Happy Birthday. ‘Happy Birthday Jazzy!’ They yell. She frowns. She wonders. You slumber into your girlfriend’s neck, holding her close. You’ve got the wrong girl in your arms Justin. You’ve got the wrong girl. Excuse me while I go cry from this… Im so DISSAPOINTED in him.
OMG IM CRYING SO HARD I CANT BREATHE. first time here in tumblr i cried so hard. i cant.. Justin, WHY?!
