I do not (unfortunately) own Beauty Pop
Why do I love her?
Why do I breathe? Why do I sleep? Why do I eat? I just do. I need to.
It's the same with her.
Without her around, there's a gaping hole in my chest where my heart should be. She's taken it with her. That's why.
So many times I made fun of her, calling her Mussy-Head, yelling at her all the time, telling her she's not cute.
But she is. She's more than cute. Her reddish brown hair, her dainty little features, her wide, innocent eyes. She's practically angelic.
And I almost let her slip away.
She said she would wait for me in LA. Did she mean it? Does she want me with her as much as I want her with me? In that case, will she really wait?
I won't make her wait for long. I'll go to her soon. I promised I would and I will.