There he was,

almost an arm's length from you,

so close if you called his name he would answer.

 

 

How?

How long ago was it that you gave your entire being to him?

How did you decide he was the one?

 

 

It was in his eyes, 

they pulled you into another world.

It was his voice, 

it could be as faint as the breeze, or deeper than an ocean.

It was his smile,

that could brighten your day in seconds.

His laughter that was music to your ears.

 

 

His well-being was enough for you.

If he was happy so were you.

You didn't expect him to know you.

You were just another autograph,

another light in the crowd,

another voice calling to him,

another body in an overcrowded airport.

 

 

You knew this.

And yet, you hoped,

hoped that you would be different in some way,

different enough for him to see you for you, not a fan.

You hoped he would like you,

as you are,

nothing more, nothing less.

You hoped that in time, he would love you.

 

 

Some called it unhealthy,

an obsession.

Why was it so wrong?

We all dream of our future, the person we want to be with,

isn't it better knowing he's out there?

 

 

He was more than just an idol,

he was what kept you going.

He was a lighthouse in the sea of uncertainty in life.

Knowing he was out there, under the same sky,

kept you sane.

 

 

Was this love?

Could this be called love?

In a sense yes.

Perhaps not love in the sense that you would die for him,

but love in the sense that,

you would always help him in whatever way you could,

you would always support him not matter what others say or do.

 

 

He made you who you were today,

He had become a part of you.

Making you into a better person.

He showed you you can make your dreams a reality.

He showed you another world.

Though him you learned to accept others as they were,

regardless of what language they spoke, or their culture.

 

He was there for you even if he was an ocean away.

 

He was there for you, and you are here for him.

You called his name,

loud enough only for him to hear.

 

He turned around, his beautiful eyes meeting yours,

 

You had thought of this exact moment forever,

and here it was.

 

You said no more than five words.

Five words that told him everything.

Perhaps he didn't understand, but at least they were said.

 

"Thank You. I Love You."

 

Maybe he thought you were just another fan,

another light in the crowd,

another voice,

another body.

But that didn't matter anymore.

You would love him no matter what he thought of you.

 

That is why you were here.