I don’t have to think about. I don’t even have to worry. I can just lay down, rest my arm around her, and all is well. Most people think my girlfriend is my number one girl. Some say it’s my mom. It is true. They are the important women in my life. But there is one girl I think about every day. There is one girl I have to suffer to think about, since she is so far away from me. Her hands so small. Her breathing so soft. Her smile so bright. She has the ability to chase all my worries away. The rain clouds unite into one and evaporate into nothing. Then the sun comes out. The rays collect pieces of her hair and have them dance, making her head shine. I smile down at her whenever she attempts to write her name on her paper. “Bieber!” She yells out to me when we’re running in the park. The way she swings her arms around when I flip her upside down. “Jaxon!” She yelps as she kisses his nose. Her brother is her top priority. There’s a voice in my head, screaming at its highest note. Take care of her. Comfort her. Love her at no wits end. I cuddle her when she lays her head on the pillow case. I sing her a lullaby. Well, How to Love is what I sing to her. A lot of moments she has had with me don’t last very long. But I know they mean the world to her. And they mean the world to me. I know for a fact I will teach her how to love. How to do the right thing. To be strong when the world is tumbling down. I am here. I am right here. She is in my arms. She is my baby girl. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
(Source: itsjustinbieber, via ohyesbieberfever)