True Love

To being obsessed.

To acting possessed.

To three (maybe four) straight days without rest.

She thought about him, dreamt of him, lived and breathed and felt for him. She loved him, she was sure, with her body and soul. She'd die for him, if he asked. But he didn't ask, he didn't care, he didn't know how she loved him. That was okay with her, it was enough for now.

It was 1: 54 in the morning. Tickets went on sale in four minutes, and she'd been awake for the past thirty hours in anticipation of finding the best seat. She wanted to be as close to him as possible, wanted to see the sweat dripping down his face, wanted to touch his perfect gleaming skin. She loved him, she'd do anything for him, how could he not notice? But at least she could watch him, and that was enough for now.

The concert was in three months. Its setlist was the same as the last two shows she'd been to, and she'd been to ten of his concerts in the last two years. It was the most she could afford– the cost of plane tickets, hotel rooms, and merchandise was sucking her dry. Who cares if she'd been living off of cheap ramen for the last month to make rent? She only needed the internet, her posters, and a floor to sleep on, really. As long as she had him, she was happy. She didn't truly have him yet, but she would.

She would.

1:59:56... 58...58...59... there! Within seconds, she clicked through the process like she'd done a million times. After inputting her abused credit card's information, she sat back with a smile. She was going to see him again. It had been enough so far just to see, to feel his presence in the room, but she was beginning to tire of his lack of awareness. How could he not know her when she had dedicated so much to him? The fanfiction, concerts, art and posters, donations in his name, the letters she'd been writing for years– surely all of it meant something? She deserved for him to know how much she loved him! She had bided her time thus far, because soon he'd know her– he'd have to.

A front row seat. Seven hundred dollars. There went her grocery money for the next week. It was worth it. Anything for him– surely he'd see that she'd do anything for him.

Now, she only had to prove it.