Heh. I think I went through an "obsession" phase with a rock star. Back in the day, when I was but a young teenager I became enamored by Nick Carter of the BSB (Backstreet Boys) and looking back on it, I think I had used him in my mind as the perfect representation of my ideal man. I am sure he isn't at all the man I thought him to be in my head.

Seeing as this was before the advent of social media, I guess I had little to no means to feel socially connected to him. Thank god for that as I could have been much worse off.

I went on for a good 12 years of mentally thinking him my soul mate, of all things, until one night I saw a shooting star in the night sky and decided that, along with wishing him to find true happiness (he was having severe family issues and almost died from cardio myopathy), that I would let go of my unhealthy attachment to him. I am not only happy for him in finding love and marrying his wife, but I'd like to think he'd want me to find my own happiness, as absurd as it is to think so.

I mean, I always knew it was highly unlikely. Now I accept it, find peace that he is happy with his wife and is healthy, and move on with my life. However, I always have a soft spot for him. Always.