It Eventually Happened

Hello everyone,
I feel like it has become a bit of a habit to start every post with a *sorry it's been a while message, so *sorry it's been a while!*
This is going to be a tiny emo post about the day I had yesterday, when I finally met 5SOS again after what feels like 9749 lifetimes but in fact was a year.
It will come to no surprise for you who are reading this because of Twitter or being my friend that me and some of my friends are a tad obsessed with this Australian band. When they announce shows we pounce online for tickets, when they say they're coming back to the UK we amber alert one another. Since September 2014 we've had a stroke of bad luck with every attempt we've had at meeting them; they've flown to Sydney whilst bunches of girls waited for them at Heathrow, they've arrived sans band member, they've flown from Manchester whilst we've sat in Heathrow departures, we've been given false info and just in general not been in the right place at the right time.
I don't want to look as though I'm complaining about all the bumps in the road of trying to meet 5SOS, because I have been so fortunate to have met them multiple times, and have the loveliest memories of meeting them, but it is the most disheartening thing to fail, especially when 294984984 people you know are posting their photos and you're a little emo.
The main thing is, through all the angry drives home, rewriting songs to fit our misfortunes, for every time we said we were done, that was it, it was finished, we were never coming back, WE NEVER GAVE UP!