A Letter from My 12-Year-Old Self to Justin Bieber
How the fangirl in me felt heartbroken when Justin Bieber announced that he is engaged to Hailey Baldwin.
The beanbag in my room is the most comfortable thing ever. I take out 10 minutes every evening to sit there and look around- let the reality sink in. Yesterday evening, the break stretched from 10 minutes to the entire night.
I picked up a pen and paper, gathered all my thoughts and was ready to shed tears all over the piece of paper.
Here’s why:
Dear Justin,
(Will she get offended if I ‘dear’ you?)
This letter is not written in blood because I’m 20 and not 12 anymore. Speaking of 12, you have been my world since I was 12 years old. A world where the song ‘Baby’ was my anthem and ‘Never Say Never’ my motto. (If you’re letting Hailey peep into the letter then – hey Hailey! LOOK AWAY, because if you’re a beauty, then I’m the beast.)
Justin, I first heard of you from a friend who was jumping, like she had a snake up her pants, about how cute this guy in a music video is. I didn’t believe her and thought she was stupid until I saw the music video myself and had anacondas up my pants.
Since then, you’ve been blessing my walls, cupboards, phone, news feed, and in short, my life.
Why do I feel you’re singing What Do You Mean in your head? Okay, stop!
I’ll tell you why I’m here. I’m here with a few questions and this is when you let Hailey peep in because she has to answer these:
Hailey, You’ve Got to Answer These...
How many times does Justin say ‘Baby’ in his song?
Did you feel jealous when he collaborated with Nicki Minaj (who is hotter than all of us)?
Did you watch the music video of ‘Never Say Never’?
Do you start yelling ‘it’s okay, I forgive you’ whenever you hear ‘Sorry’?
Does ‘Misletoe’ give you chills every time you hear it?
Did you fill your wardrobe with purple clothes when Bieber (MY BIEBER) came out and said that it is his favourite colour?
From Bald-Win To Bald-Won?
Even if you didn’t do all of this Hailey, you have him and that will never change.
I just want to take this moment and say that I did all of that.
‘Is it too late now to say sorry’ for being a freak?
As long as I love you, you will always be my platinum, silver, and gold.
Never mind. I’ll get over it and will be better by 70.
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