Tonight you were glowing as you always are when you perform. You light up the stage and every time i’m mesmerised by your amazing performances.

It all started when I asked you to be my opener for my tour and it was the best decision I made. You’re brilliant and a very good singer. It was natural for me to develop feelings for you. Not only you’re a talented singer, but you’re also beautiful inside and out.

There was only one problem..

You’re much younger than me and that stopped me from being involved with you at the start, but my defenses have collapsed since you started flirting with me. At first I didn’t even realize that, but then you quite literally said that to my face.

Since then I thought that a little flirting back wouldn’t hurt anyone..

So now here I am, watching your set with a fond expression.

The world doesn’t know about us yet, I don’t want them to freak out about this in the middle of my tour, but I would love to tell the world you’re mine.

Some smarter fans probably caught up on our flirting, especially when we perform together. In fact lately I brought you as a special guest more time that I’d like to admit and fans love it. I’m pretty sure I even saw a sign with our names and an heart on it.

We’re going to perform together tonight too, it’s our routine now. And maybe this time we’ll tell everyone about us.

A few hours later we’re both on the stage singing our hearts out on a love song you suggested we would do the cover. Our voices fit perfectly for the song and at the end of it I hug you so tightly as if I’m afraid you’ll disappear.

The crowd is losing their minds as they witness our embrace, but I couldn’t care less in this moment.

Maybe it was the heat of the moment that made me do this, but I lean forward to you and kiss your cheeks gently. Looking back at it now, it was probably not the best decision I ever made.

After the show I take some time to chill on my phone when suddenly I’m bombarded with lots of notifications by family and friends all about the same thing. Immediately I open one article they sent me and it’s about us. About our kiss on stage, our supposed relationship. The media didn’t waste time on shit-talking about us, me in particularly. They’re saying I’m gross for dating a 24 years old and that I’m ruining your life. As if they know our story. I can’t believe the media has problems with our dating lives when there’s so many real problems out there and they choose to focus on this one?!

I look at you, still not knowing the bad news, and my heart aches. How am I supposed to tell you that it’s all my fault?

“Baby? Can you listen to me for a second?” You nod and I feel such as a bad person. I tell you what happened and your expression almost kill me inside. “Fuck baby- I wasn’t thinking about the consequences.. I’m sorry they had to find out this way, but I promise, I won’t let this change anything between us. I won’t let them ruin our love. You understand, love?”

I hold your chin in my hands and I gently stroke your cheeks, waiting for your answer. I hope you’re not going to hate me now…