I’ve honestly never felt this in love before.

No, it’s not infatuation. I am honestly really in love with him.

I never really believed in those fairytale kind of love; the heart beating faster, the complete awe feeling whenever you see them, the will to hold them close and never let them go but having to refrain yourself for the sake of his dignity and personal space. But I guess it is true, because I feel it for him.

I love him. I know I love him.

But then, I feel sad because I know that’s a lie.

I don’t love him. I love what I IMAGINED him to be.

Because you can’t feel this kind of love for someone famous that doesn’t know you exist.

I don’t even know what he’s really like, I can only imagine.

After all, all I know is what the media tells me, what the fans tell me, what they’re “friends” tell reporters. That’s all I can know, because truth is I fell in love with someone I can never reach.

I created this image of him, of what he must be like and that’s who I’ve fallen for.

And I’m scared that he might be the exact opposite of it and still I cling onto this person I had built up for myself.

And it’s sad.

And I’m sad.

Because I’m honestly in love with a person who might not even exist and merely wear the face of this celebrity.