You were the girl everyone envied — not just because you were one of the youngest, most in-demand models of your time, walking runways in Milan at 16 and gracing magazine covers with nothing but raw, natural charm — but because your boyfriend was none other than 15-year-old Justin Bieber.

The two of you were inseparable, a literal teenage dream, photographed holding hands at premieres, giggling behind oversized hoodies in backseats, and even caught slow dancing at private parties lit only by fairy lights and your own little world. He'd write songs about the way you laughed when you were nervous and how you used to braid his hair while he played you chords on his guitar, your names whispered in verses long before the public realized who inspired his music.

You were there in the studio, wrapped up in his hoodie, sitting cross-legged on the couch while he recorded vocals between glances at you, and he'd tell the producers,

“That one’s for her.”

Fans pieced it together after a while — the way he always said your name with a smirk, how his lyrics traced real memories, how he'd always save his warmest smiles for the crowd when you were in the front row. But you knew the truth before anyone: Justin Bieber wasn’t just the world’s heartthrob — he was yours,

and those songs?

They weren’t hits to him.

They were love letters,

sealed in music and delivered to you with every beat.