After Hours · @globiin3
27th Jan 2015 from TwitLonger
About Adam.
About Adam.
It's finally happening. You're gonna see the man who puts a smile on your face everyday, even though he lives across the ocean. You saw every video, you know everything about him, you hear every tint in his voice. Four years of loving him unconditionally, And one day you're here, 5am and already waiting in queue, because you need front row, or else you won't be able to check with your own eyes that he's real. 10 hours later you hear the soundcheck, your heart skips a beat because you know he's this close. 3 hours more and they let you in, and between one heartbeat and the next, you find yourself at the end of the catwalk, knowing that in an hour you'll be close enough to touch him. The lights fade, deafening screams; the music starts and the curtain drops. Your heart stops. You're almost surprised to see him standing there, flesh and bones and everything. The first note hits and makes you realize that you really didn't know anything about his voice. He looks different than on video. You're looking at a familiar stranger. The reality of the moment hits you with the first notes of Who Wants to Love Forever. Then tears. And more tears. Not because of the song, but because you're here as a witness. More dancing, more screaming, and then time to leave. It feels fine at first; you're really tired, you need water more than anything. You go back to your hotel, maybe check Twitter a couple times, and finally manage to get some sleep. You wake up the next day not knowing if it was real. It went so fast. Just a blur. You go on with your day, like nothing happened. And then you're home..
It all comes crashing down at once. You saw him, you touched him. It's over. He's leaving for another city, and then another, because he needs to enchant the world. And you're stuck behind, with a lump in your throat and tears in your eyes, wondering why you feel like your heart has been ripped out.
It hurts to love this much.
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