Dear Celebrity Crush,
What a new and horrifying feeling this is. This, infatuation in the image that you have created in the mind of hundreds of seemingly strong (but rather malleable) teenage girls, boys, and everything in between. Brought about by a binge, nothing healthy can follow. And yet, your photo is always there as the media and the internet refuse to stop reminding us that you are real.
Your image: disheveled, cocky, and dauntless. Raven black hair constantly covered to hide the fact that you probably don't own a comb, downcast eyes above violet beds that no amount of sleep could cure, and thin, twisted lips curved slightly upward, closed to keep out the light, or rather to keep in the darkness you call us to reach for. You cast a shadow that everyone of all statutes, professions, and ages can somehow relate to. The wealthy businessman who's the most successful man he knows but can't seem to find a stable partner, the starving artist who's surrounded by people and can't seem to find a new muse, the student whose only goal is to start living in the real world but gets stuck in her imagination. We're all hiding and striving for something more one way or another, and feel a connection to the character that your life now seems to reflect.
You're the one standing alone, observing the world in silent repose, shying away from the spotlight but failing completely -- a human paradox. All those who pass, see only what you embody and think they understand. But the truth is, we don't know you, your likes and dislike, your thoughts, philosophies, emotions, dreams. We know your image: the person you have created for us to glance over, constantly wonder about and eventually love, to relate to. But what will helping your image do? In a society where emotions, differences, weaknesses, are shunned, we embody our true selves into other things, people, ideas. In helping you, we help ourselves.
Pulling you out of the dark seems to help us drag ourselves out of it as well. It's almost laughable, this position we put ourselves in. Unable to accept that we can have faults and instead latching onto yours. So dear celebrity crush, I know you won't notice me and I know you'll never care, but I guess it's not really you I'm reaching out for, it's me. And if I can get myself to notice me, I guess I am one step closer to the most important crush of all.
Sincerely,
A fan
