Dear Justin,

I remember the first day I heard "Baby" like it was yesterday. I watched your music video over and over, and from that day on, I was hooked. There was something about your hair and your style, and don't even get me started on your smile. My parents thought this was just a phase — boy were they wrong.

I bought "My World" and played it on repeat while I danced around my room pretending I was in the "One Less Lonely Girl" music video. I started buying every magazine that even mentioned your name. By the time I was in eighth grade, I had such an elaborate collection of merchandise that I decided to put it all in one place. That's where the trouble began. People started calling it a shrine, and in all fairness, it kind of was. I didn't care, though. I was in love with you. You were perfect to me.

High school came along, and I was growing older. My parents suggested I put all of my Justin Bieber stuff in storage. After all, it was tiresome having to explain to house guests that I wasn't crazy, just a huge fan. My friends gave me a hard time about still liking you because "that was soooooooo middle school," but I didn't care because "Believe" was coming out before my sophomore year and that's all that mattered. The day tickets to your tour went on sale, I cried and begged and cried some more, and convinced my parents to get me meet and greet tickets.

Before I knew it, it was the day of your concert in Miami. I waited hours outside to meet you. My best friend and I found ways to entertain ourselves as we counted down the seconds to meeting you. Then the moment came: I was going to meet you. I strutted into that meet and greet, got one glimpse of you, and almost collapsed to the floor (my best friend did, literally). Every word I had ever learned to say was erased from my mind and the only thing I could muster up was a weak "I love you so much." I walked out of that meet and greet and honestly believed that it would be the best minute and thirty seconds of my entire life.

I spent an entire year telling everyone I could about my meet and greet with the Justin Bieber. And then, the unthinkable happened; you started making decisions that I couldn't defend anymore. You were being reckless and it was scary. The actions you were taking were dangerous to yourself as well as those around you. Instantly, you were labeled as a train-wreck, and at one point, I agreed. I stopped talking about you with my friends. I was embarrassed. But still, I bought your music and kept the "shrine" up, hoping that the horrible decisions would end. After almost two years, you've finally gotten your life together.

Now, "Purpose" is out, you're going on tour next year, and you bet your bottom dollar I will be attending as many shows as I possibly can. It seems like you're finally getting your life together. I'm so happy that not only me, but people who used to hate on you, are enjoying the music and starting to appreciate your talent.

So Justin, the point of this letter is to show you, and anyone else who feels like giving up on someone, to have a little faith. Have a little faith in your favorite singer. Have a little faith in your family and friends. Believe in people and give them the opportunity to prove themselves to you.

Sincerely,

Your biggest Belieber