'Congratulations, you're a lover' my bestfriend said these words to me when i started acting like a maniac. It was true, i was a lover. I fell for a celebrity 7,690 miles away from me. I wrote him letters and notes. After years of yearning for him, he stands infront of me. The notes and letters in a basket im holding. He comes closer, a bang fills the air. The content expression on his face, turns into a look of pain, tears fill my eyes. The basket falls from my hand.
The basket now sits on his grave, where love is between me and him.