A letter…

Dear Donnie:

Do you know that I’ll be seeing you in 52 more wake ups?  FIFTY-TWO.  We’re less than two months away.  I’m very excited.  I get busy sometimes and forget about the tickets that are tucked away in my bill box.

What?  You laugh because you think that because they are in the bill box that I’ll lose them, but I won’t.  I know right where they are.

Ok, Donnie.  I just wrote where they were so that when I’m trying to get out the door that afternoon, to begin my four hour drive for our rendevous, and I don’t remember where they are that you can tell me.  I don’t want to panick that day.  I want that day, October 2nd, to be perfect.

Just like they were perfect 15 years ago.  I’m taking the day off for you.  To prepare myself and to drive up there.  I tell Becki that I’m excited because I’ll get to see her, and while that is an added bonus, to see the BFF, I have to be honest.  I’m there for you.  And only you.

My kahki eye shadow will be applied just perfect.  My lashes will be long thanks to my Lash Blast Mascara, the kind in the orange tube and my lips?  Oh wait until you see my lips.  You see, I’ve had a professional Mary Kay representative give me a makeover on my lips.  Now I never leave home without my lips.

I’ve been lurking on your blog.  I know it’s called the NKOTB blog, but really, Donnie.  We know the group would not be the group with out you.  We don’t need to beat around the bush about it and I swear, I won’t go broadcasting that to the world, but let’s be honest with one another, m’kay?  Honesty is the best policy in any relationship.

On your blog you keep talking about how you’re not going to run from the fans anymore.  I didn’t know that you used to run from them before, but it makes sense.  You knew that my mother would not allow me to wait outside for you to board the tour bus so that I could at least get a glimpse of you.  There was no reason to come and see the fans because you knew that I wouldn’t be there.

But this time, Donnie.  Come find me.  Because I’ll be there.  Becki doesn’t know this yet, but you know I’m not bringing the kids with me.

Yes, I know it would be good bonding time and I do want them to meet you.  But in due time.  We need time for ourselves.  Again, it’s very important in a relationship.

Becki has no idea that I plan to stand out in the parking lot or that I’ll try to weasel my way backstage.  She’ll be mortified to be seen with me when she starts seeing how I’ll act.  But she’ll get over it.  She always does.  She loves me.  And when I walk down the aisle, as she stands at the end as my Matron of Honor, she’ll realize that it was all worth it.

Donnie, I can’t wait to see you.  Fifty-two days.

I hope you’re just as excited as I am.

All My Love,

Heather

PS.  I know that your NKOTB Greatest Hits Album comes out today, but really?  Don’t you think that’s kinda lame?  It’s the same album as was already out with four additional songs by other people.  Come on now.  I know, we’ll buy it.  It doesn’t matter that we already have the album.  It’s a new cover.

PPS.  Can’t wait to see you!

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I’ve always wanted to know what it felt like to be a stalker.  I don’t really feel this way all the time.  However, I am excited about the concert in October… very excited, not only to see NKOTB but also to see Becki and spend time with her.  I miss her.  And I LOVE spending time with her.  Don’t you think she should move here?  I do.  Tell her that, okay?

And in honor of the release of NKOTB’s Greatest Hits Album, I’m giving one away!  (Ok, ok, I know not all of you are NKOTB fans, so for those of you who aren’t, how about a $15 Amazon Gift Card?  Will that work?) All you have to do is leave a comment on this post letting me know what celebrity you crush over and you’ll be entered to win.  I’ll close the comments Friday at midnight and you do need to be in the United States to win.

Until next time…