Story of Us

Sangsterlove

Open letter to my Fellow Glader 

One busy afternoon, I find myself crawling over to a seat after some tiring work from my part time job. I searched for my phone in my pocket and brought it near my face. Too near that the moment I unlocked it, Thomas Brodie Sangster's lovely caramel brown eyes met mine. Without any reason I find myself giggling and blushing with my thoughts flying with different imaginations. I mean, who wouldn't? Well, I'm not really a fan of him. This is just TBS. The one and only second in command of the Glade, the eldest son of the Brown Family, the left handed guitarist, the superhero who fought cancer, the little grandfather of Reed Household. He's 25 that time, but he looks like a little pudding aged 16 years old. I'm not really familiar with his family, I just know that his dad's name is mark, mum is Tasha and his sister is Ava. I really don't know that they have a family band named Winnet and he started his acting career at age ten. So, I'm not really familiar with him. Just a little. 

 But you see? I'm a fangirl. A certified Thomas Brodie Sangster Fan. 

 But then, fangirling alone is no fun. No fun at all. 

 I opened my Facebook account and scroll through my news feed, there I saw a page named. "Thomas Brodie Sangster Fans". I clicked it and my heart skipped with excitement as I see the statement "Looking for admins". 

Despite of being a certified fan I still cant have the courage to apply. I mean, what if what I know about Thomas is not that enough to manage the page? or what if, the Head Admin wont even notice me because I look like a potato. Too many reasons, but anyways I still message the page. 

Hours later, my phone beeps as Madame Head admin replied. And upon reading her response I automatically jump for joy. Yeah, its embarrassing. But as fangirl, being crazy is normal. 

I found a little safe haven when she added me in our little group chat.There I get to know, two more girls, younger than me. But madame is way older than me. That makes me feel better. The feeling is so nice that you finally have people to talk to about your fandom. People to express your feelings with. I admit I've learned a lot from them. There's just four of us at first but everything is doing fine. 

 We created not just a group, we created a Glade of our own. We find a way to live by our imagination, to speak freely without anyone judging us or calling us weirdos. It felt like home. 

Day by day, a greenie appears. We. started as four and now we're more than thirty. Each one came from different part of the world, each one live differently, each one has their own personalities but one thing made us all the same. No, not a thing but a person. TBS. 

He is someone that connect us even thought we are globally away from each other. He is someone who connects us to the whole world. To everyone out there on the planet who love him unconditionally. 

It's amazing. Because we're family. 

Though sometimes set of waves came into our little family like the grievers barging inside the glade. Grievers that tried to set us apart from each other. Problems arise but solutions always come. The point is. Just don't give up. Don't bloody give up. 

 These are certain people in the Glade that I treasure most. People whom I wish I can see and talk and hug them for real. people whom i wish to have a cup of coffee and just talk about how hot TBS is. People whom I want to spend sleepless nights just talking about how Wicked is not good. people whom I want to cry with upon seeing the Death Cure together. People whom I want to go with to London and meet Thomas. That'll be wonderful. 

 Though that's still impossible. for now. But as long as we have TBSF, we are connected, might not be physically but at heart. 

 There are times that I sit alone in my room and I just smile. Because its just once in a blue moon that you get to have people who loves the same stuffs as you do. 

 And it feels so bloody great. So great. 

 Yours truly, 

Sangsterlove, second in command.