I never imagined that being a fan could be this difficult. You find yourself falling for a stranger—someone you’ve only ever seen through a screen—captivated by their music, their movements, their character, and the pieces of their soul they choose to share. Somehow, it reaches into your own life and shifts everything. Your priorities change. You still work, still function—but you carve out time just to listen to them, to watch them, to feel close from afar.
You begin to wonder about their life—their habits, the people around them, and who they care about. They stir a storm of emotions in you: joy, longing, sadness, even emptiness—feelings you can’t always name. And despite knowing they don’t even know you exist, you wait for them. You wait with hope and sometimes with pain.
I never thought it would be this hard. And now, I’m left wondering: Is this love even worth it? How do I begin to unlove someone I never truly had?