| Amanda's story |
| I can tell you the first time I saw her. I felt a tingle up my spine, and when I turned, she was looking at me. By that time, I was of course used to people staring at me. I mean, come on, I’m a pop star. I didn’t think anything of it at the time. Then I started seeing her all the time. Some people may call it fate, but I was seriously getting scared that I had a stalker. I could always tell when she was near. It was as if someone were blowing on the back of my neck. I started going out of my way to avoid her. Every time I saw a woman with her shade of brown hair, I’d panic. Then, I don’t know how it happened. I started looking for her in crowds. I looked at every woman’s face to see if it was her. I was disappointed when I didn’t see her. I told the guys about her and they thought I was crazy. I mean, we’d all dealt with overzealous fans over the years, and frankly it’s pretty flattering. But then one day I finally saw her again while I was giving a radio interview. I wanted to scream at the DJ to stop asking the same inane questions I’d heard a thousand times before. All I could think about was her. I wanted to talk to her, ask her all the questions running through my mind. After the interview, I had Dre invite her to a room to talk. When she walked into the room, I came to my feet and felt my stomach drop to my feet. I can’t explain it. My mind went blank, and I had the strongest urge to kiss her. All I could think to say was, “hi”. I felt so stupid. She just looked at me, and I wanted to hit myself. At the time, I thought she was being cool and sophisticated. Later, I found out she was as nervous as I. We left the radio station and went to the only place I could think of that would be private: my hotel room. We talked for hours. I found out her name was Amanda and that she’d been a fan for years. I learned how to make her laugh and that most movies make her cry. Finally, I took her home. At her door, I gave into the urge and gently laid my lips against hers. When she said, “good night Justin,” I thought my heart would swell out of my chest. I saw her every day that week and learned what it is to truly fall in love. I told the guys about her until they’d just smile and roll their eyes. When I took her to meet them, I thought she’d faint. Her shyness makes me want to give her a big hug and cuddle for the rest of our lives. Three weeks after we met, I told her I loved her. She cried and it was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. When she recovered enough to tell me that she loved me too, I cried with her. I smiled at her and kissed her. |