It’s 2: 32a.m. and I’m still awake. I am thinking about him, the man of my dreams. His name is Todd Swyenger. He has hair as golden as a field of wheat glimmering in the sun and eyes as blue as the water of the French Riviera. Todd is an amazing actor and singer. He brings every role he plays to life and has the most euphonious voice I’ve ever heard. The problem is, I’ve never met him.
How can one person whom I’ve never met change my life? I turn my body towards my bedroom ceiling, staring at the poster of Todd I tapped there. Celebrity crushes can place such a toll on a person. I can laze in bed for hours during the day, only to think about him. Such a static lifestyle can be draining.
This crush of mine is also affecting other aspects of my life. I barely passed the ninth grade because I spent so more time daydreaming, reading Todd’s messages on social networking sites, watching his interviews repeatedly, and reading his biography and news updates rather than studying. My family is fed up with Todd. Dad said that if I play Todd’s music a loud in the house one more time, he will “need to be sent to the nut house”. Even though he was kidding, it would not be too surprising if that happened, considering how often I listen to his music. After a while, my friends became tired of me talking about Todd too.
Todd has to be the most special boy I’ve ever heard. Not only is he talented, but he is known to be kind and funny among many. Only I would not know this for myself because I never met Todd. In my mind, Todd has been my shoulder to cry on, my lover, and my friend. I’m sure thousands of girls feel this way about Todd, and are awake at night thinking of him too.
Being star struck drained my body wasted my time, and bothered others. I long for Todd’s presence, but more than likely, I will not meet him. How will I get over him? I have no clue. I’ve given a lot of my attention, energy, and love to someone who does not know I exist, instead of the people who do.
