Post by chandy on Mar 5, 2008 23:39:09 GMT -5
PREFACE
I remember thinking that he looked so untouchable, sitting there at the mirror with a Red Bull in one hand and a smirk on his face. Almost invincible, indestructible – looking back on that time now, it seemed a little silly of me. Nobody’s made of steel, everyone has a weakness. I, of all people, should understand that. But maybe my first impression of him was some sort of look in to the future - sure, he wasn’t perfect. But that comparison wasn’t so far off, in reality. How can you not think something is close to perfection when it is only the best thing that has ever happened to you?
Of course, at the time, I had no idea Nick Jonas would have such an effect on me. I remember that day as if it were yesterday – cliché, I know – and I didn’t see him as too spectacular for words, even though he was. I didn’t see that amazing sparkle in his personality that he constantly tried to hide (doing so flawlessly). I saw Nick Jonas, the rock star.
And I remember tripping all over myself with excitement at the idea of being in the same room as him. It was only with luck that I had the opportunity – my mom was in hair and make-up and was given the job and I had no choice but to tag along. I didn’t put up too much of a fight about it, though.
Truthfully, the day I met Nicholas Jerry Jonas was the day God decided to torment me. He was the last thing I wanted at the time, but simultaneously, he was the one thing I truly needed. And I did want him, really, I just didn’t want to admit it to myself.
Being in love with Nick Jonas meant a lot more than being in a relationship with the most perfect guy ever. Being in love with Nick Jonas, to most, would be a blessing. And it was, I won’t lie. Like a dream.
But it was also a nightmare.
Title credit to the beautiful Oscar-winning song, Falling Slowly from "Once" by Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova. Buy it! It's amazing.
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