Oh Justin. I remember the first time our eyes met while I was watching your concert on the Disney Channel. I remember the endless hours spent walking back and forth from Days Market spending hard earned babysitting money on magazines featuring your beautiful face.
I remember the many posters I had of you on my wall. The way your blue eyes starred longingly into mine when I saw you in concert when I was 13. I remember how you used to wear giant pants, had bleached blonde hair, and danced.
Thank you for changing your wardrobe to sweater vests, shaving your head (even though the curls were cute), and growing some scruff.