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Long But Worth Reading

Someday... When I have Children... I will be walking through the Grocery store, pushing the trolley with my Daughter by my side. I’ll watch as her eyes grow wide with happiness and wonder when she sees the magazines at the Checkout as I start to place items on the counter, the face of the Music Industries new stars face plastered all over the cover. She’ll turn to me, her eyes filling with hope as she bites back a smile. “You can have it, Love” I’ll say, and she’ll grin, trying to hold in her excitement, taking the Magazine carefully in her hands as I smile down at her. After putting the Groceries in the car, we’ll both hop in and head on our way home as she flips through the Magazine in the passenger seat, swooning over the cute new Superstar and I will smile at her. I will lean forward and begin to flick through the radio, nothing interesting really catching my interest as I flip over the latest hits and news stations. But my hand will freeze when I hear that familiar tune, the beginning cowbells of ‘What makes you Beautiful” filling through the speakers of the car, as I will slowly sit back in my seat. A smile will pull onto my lips as I remember every single word and begin to sing along. And that’s when it’ll all come back to me, and I’ll remember it all, reliving every single moment as if it were just yesterday. I’ll remember the stairs from the X factor days, where I grew to love those five boys. I’ll remember sitting in my room as a teenager, re-watching every single video of them, tweeting them, hoping they would notice me, and singing and dancing to every single one of their songs, imagining they had written one about me. I’ll remember the excitement when they appeared on my TV Screen in my country for the very first time, and how early I got up just to see them, and how my parents thought I was Crazy. I’ll remember every single second, of every day. I’ll remember The Bromances, the jokes, the laughs, the friends I made from all over the world and how I dreamt of marrying one of the boys someday. Every single memory will run through my mind in slow motion, and every single feeling will surge through my veins once again. The feeling I had when I went to their concert for the very first time, the feeling of holding that new CD in my hands for the first time and blasting it through the speakers... ...and the feeling of pride, seeing how far they came. I’ll remember every single time they made me laugh... And every single time they made me cry. I’ll remember how much I was truly in love with those boys from Doncaster, Holmes Chapel, Bradford, Wolverhampton and Mullingar. I’ll remember what it was like to meet them in person after years of persistence, and never giving up hope. The nerves that ran through my body in havoc as each boy pulled me in for a hug, smiling as they thanked me for my never-ending support. But most importantly, I will remember what they taught me. How important it was to never lose hope, and that even if your shot down and your dreams are snatched from you, you must keep fighting until you reach the very top, they showed me that it’s okay not to be perfect, and that it’s okay to act like a kid even though you’re being forced to grow up. And I will remember how they made me feel Beautiful... My daughter will turn to me in the passenger seat, pulling me from my thoughts as she stares up at me, “Mum, who were those boys?” “...I heard they were in a Plane crash...” “...They’re funerals tomorrow.” And just like that, my whole world will come to a standstill, and my daughter will look up at me like I’m crazy, as the tears stream down my face. But what she won’t know, and what nobody else will know, is how much they meant to me. And how much they changed my life. Who am I?

I am you.
 

credit to who ever wrote this. And even if you aren't a Directioner or even like One Direction think of it as if it was about Justin Bieber or your favorite singer or band.

Phobias
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Epistemophobia- the fear of knowledge



 

should I make more?

Phobias
#1
 

Epistemophobia- the fear of knowledge



 

should I make more?

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