Small stories with deep meanings.

Idol.

He looked at the clock, noticing the time.

He wasn't late, it was time.

It was time to watch her.

To watch her preform. She sang on the small television screen, dancing and singing.

She waved to all her fans, and he waved back.

But he wasn't there.

Where was he?

He was at his house.

But he thought she was there, too.

She was there, with him.

He closed his eyes, listening to her soothing voice.

He smiled.

He loved her.

But she didn't even know who we was.

He thought she did.

He thought she was there, next to him, cuddling him.

"I love you," He said.

There was no response,

Except there was.

But in his mind.

She said it back, and he felt comforted. 

People wanted to be just like her, she was a idol, and people adored her from all over the globe.

But he, he was lucky.

He had her. She was his, and they loved each other.

Right?