The Boy Of My Dreams - Volume 1 Chapter 3 2

For that one moment I forgot to breathe. Literally. I don’t know how long I didn’t breathe but after sometime I gasped and tried to fill my lungs with as much oxygen as I could. But…

Oh. My. God.

He was handsome. More than handsome. He looked like some sculpture the artist took pain in perfecting in each turn. Yes. He was that good looking. Perfect looking chestnut hair in waves crowded on top of his head. He had a cute nose with ocean blue eyes and a wide smile spread across his cheeks (or face?). He wore a tight jeans and a loose T-Shirt. Overall he looked amazing. Embarrassingly it took me a while to realize I was drooling.

But after that show I was in love.

And then it was the usual process of fangirling. Finding out whether he was single. Buying his merchandise. Dreaming of attending his concerts because I didn’t have enough money etc etc. I voted for him in each turn of the competition. And well… He rapidly gained popularity. He won the first prize (of course). He signed a contract with itunes. A really popular music company. It’s just not a music company. Apparently they are a part of an even bigger enterprise named Empress. The empress has hand over many sectors. My meaning is that, it was a big deal. itunes have a knack for finding the best and it was not easy to get into it. Soon his popularity rose like anything. He was everywhere I went. In the TVs. Advertis.e.m.e.nts. And it wasn’t bad. He was an eye candy, after all. But I know for sure that I was in love with him. Granted I haven’t met personally but he was, in every sense of the word, cute and maybe, that’s why I knew there wasn’t gonna be a chance where he falls in love with me. And probably that was the reason my ambition changed from being a doctor to getting a job at itunes. I knew it was impossible. With my resume. So I worked hard. I studied hard at home and got into the best college with scholarship and passed with bright colors by the age of 20. And I was lucky enough to find that the company I wanted to work was close to my home so I didn’t have to spend extra money for an apartment. And I was truly greatful to mister and auntie for accepting me with all my flaws and never questioning me for who I am and what I did. So yeah… That’s my past so let’s be together for the remaining story, yeah?