The Common Denominator
When it comes to love, everything is irrational.
It doesn't matter what age you are, or what kind of life you have.
When you find that one person, it's impossible to love anyone else.
But what happens when you're a fifteen year old rising star with millions of girls following you?
And she's not one of those girls?
She can appear out of nowhere, and disappear the next morning.
And I'm left waiting for her next appearance.
I thought after the first time she left it would be frustrating, but I just wait for her.
Over and over and over.
Not because I worry about her, which I do, but because I can't stand being away from her.
Every time she comes back, I feel better.
Not as if I was sick, but as if I was broken.
As if there was a hole in my heart, and her appearance fixed the hole.
And once her appearance was over, it came back.
Harsher, darker, thicker, more painful.
But worth it.
Oh so worth it, to see her.
