Who Am I...?

Who am I to say what love is?

It is the heart.

Who am I to second guess what trust is?

It is the mind.

Who am I to doubt what faith is?

It is the soul.

I am just a fan.

I, who sits in front of the computer in the wee hours of the morning, awaiting news of your return.

I, who laugh out loud in glee, watching reruns of your variety shows.

I, who with many other promise to protect you.

I am just a fan.

Who am I to say that you don’t put in effort?

I have faith in you.

Who am I to second guess your words?

I trust you.

Who am I to doubt your love?

I love you.

I am just a fan.

I, who smile and laugh more to make up for the familiar smiles missing from your face.

I, who cry silent tears for the despair and pain that you bottle up.

I, who shed tears upon seeing your frail figure and your weak health.

I am just a fan.

Who am I to break the promise we made?

For you it’s separation, to me it’s waiting.

Who am I to stop loving you till the end of time?

I’ll be there.

Who am I to stop forming the red ocean?

I never let go.

I am Cassiopeia.