It's okay because he tells me he loves me, too.
Except he doesn't.
Because 'me' isn't exactly limited for only me.
'Me' means me, you, her and everyone else.
It's okay.
It's okay that when he looks at me, he never really see me but the crowd.
It's okay that when he hears me, he never hears my voice but the cheers and screams and all the noise the people make.
It's okay that when he smiles to the thought of me, it's never really me, but the whole fandom.
It's okay that when he writes songs about me, it's just as about as every other fan.
It's okay that he knows me, except he really don't; he just knows he has millions of people supporting him.
It's okay.
I love him with every bit of my soul and more; he loves me like how he loves everyone who idolize him and nothing more.
I look at him like he put the stars in the skies; and I'm just a girl who admires.
It's okay
...I guess.
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Short StoryHow is it that your world could revolve around someone like he was the sun, But you aren't even a fraction of importance, nothing more but his random fan? Louis Fanfiction || Short Story © 2016 farawayelounor Highest Ranking: #505 in short story - 1...
