I know, I know it’s been years.
I should have told you much sooner. I mean the way you looked at me? It was obvious you were waiting until the moment I was of age to sweep me off my feet.
There might have been two million other girls screaming themselves hoarse in that stadium but you and I both know that those ginormous glasses covering over half of my face locked your eyes to mine. Your high-pitched voice squealed out every word of those lyrics for the delight of my double-pierced ears only.
Oh the way you sang right to me, telling me I had the Right Stuff. Remember when my banana clipped hair turned to go get something from the concessions? Well you just belted out Please Don’t Go Girl and I thought would burst.
I wore your picture in a button the size of my whole head pinned to my coat (over my heart of course), plastered my walls with photos of you smiling right at my IOU sweatshirt, my dangling friendship bracelets, my stonewashed, french-rolled jeans, my two different colored socks, stacked neatly atop each other at my feet. How could I not have caught your eye with such an ensemble?
I just knew we were made for each other.
So now I feel bad. I’m sorry I left you Hanging Tough for so long but you became, um, not so famous and somewhere along the way I just drifted away.
I am married now, have children and I’m just not sure I’m your type anymore anyway, you know? I’ve moved on and you, well judging by your attempt to see me again with this NKOTBSBR2D2C3Po business, well you just haven’t.
I’m sorry Jordan, I hope you can move forward Step By Step. If not, well, I just can’t say I’ll Be Loving You Forever.
The one and only love of your pop-star life,
Since I just gave you a scary visual of my fashion sense in the 80’s, what was your worst fashion phase? What awful fad do you cringe at in your old pictures?
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