Here we aren't so quickly writing style: I was a singer
I was a singer. I was a great singer. I looked too closely at the details. I almost won a reality show. I made an album. I barely wrote any of the songs on it. It sold 2 million copies. My song was played all over the radio. I thought I was happy. I loved the color black, even though it wasn't really a color.
I was wandering into walls that I couldn't break down. I loved my friends. I loved my brother. I loved my divorced parents. I loved my fans. But I didn't love my life. I put too many details of my life on Twitter. I was not trying to attract attention, I was just bored. I shaved half of my head. I went on tour.
I had a concert in Finland. You lived in Finland. You didn't want to go out that night. You thank your friend everyday for dragging you to the bar. I saw you from a distance. There was a huge group of people around me. I came up to you. You smiled. I smiled back.
You were outgoing. You were full of life. You could only speak a few words of English. I didn't care. You won a reality show. I couldn't stop looking at you.
You were the first person I had ever met that cared so much about me. I cared just the same about you. You mumbled something in Finnish. I kissed you for the first time. We smiled some more.
We went on vacation. You never saw Paris. We sung songs together and for the first time I didn't try to sound good. I opened up to you. You inspired me. You taught me some Finnish words in exchange for some English words. I learned how to say I love you.
We moved to LA. You were scared. I stayed up with you all night. You had an adorable smile. I was insecure. You made me feel beautiful. Your favorite color was blue. My eyes were blue. I wrote three songs about you. You always ask for me to sing them to you because it always made you smile.
You had the most beautiful blue eyes. You were the only person I knew that looked attractive when they woke up. I always made omelets. You would laugh at how much I liked juicing. We had our two year anniversary. We got matching tattoos. We were the only two in the universe who knew the meaning.
I wanted to marry you then. You wanted to wait a few years. You joked about how good you would look in a wedding dress. We couldn't spend a whole day apart.
When you told me how much I meant to you, you couldn't say it all in English. I could see how you much you cared by the way you looked at me. I looked at you the same way. When you started mumbling things in Finnish I kissed you.
When you read your vows you did the same thing. Our wedding was the happiest day of our lives. I wrote more songs. After we said I do, you said I love you. I said Rakastan. We smiled some more and we have smiled ever since.