School is hypocritical fact filled books and old bats yelling nonsensical shit in your ears that drains out your mouth when you walk down the halls between classes and spills onto your sheets when you sleep.

Gross or not, fact is fact. Truth is truth.

Bullshit is Physics and AP Psychology.

That is all.

And after all of this time, after all that's gone on I still love you.

Unconditionally, unwaveringly, with the strength of what our bond once was. I just want to scream at the top of my lungs that I love you. So much more than is humanly possible. My heart has grown thirty times its original size because of you.

And if I could, I'd show you in a mural that stretched across the entire world using every color under the sun.

No, I'd write you a million songs on every instrument and sing and play them all myself.

Even better, I would write you a ten page note every day, reminding you that I love you more than I should be able to; that you're more incredible to me than anything else in the world. I want to remind you that I'm here. I'm right. Here. I won't ever let you fall. Not ever.

Fuck you for giving up on me. Fuck me for not being able to let you go.

He keeps his clocks all set 5 minutes behind what news channels are broadcasting. He likes to be in control even when, really, he's not.

It was the kind of night that you want to stretch on forever and then a day. But in reality, all it takes is a blink and suddenly it's gone and you realize that you're standing in your own bedroom, in your own town and state, hundreds and hundreds of miles from the experience you left behind.

You realize that this is all just a fading memory, slowly melding in with recolections of birthday parties and first days of school and what you ate for breakfast on any given day of any given week.

You want to remember that night forever; every detail down to what he smelled like, what his arms felt like as he embraced you, and every word he said. But you're noticing that it's all slowly fading away...

And you want to rip out your hair at the thought of ever letting that night go.

It almost brings tears to your eyes when you realize that your biggest letdown at the moment is being home. Scratch that-it does bring tears to your eyes; tears that stream down your cheeks and lock your hair to your chin. You're crying because you're home, safe and sound, far away from the dangers of a wild concert. But really, you'd give anything to be back in the place.

You would give anything to remember that night forever.

The skin of her face is changing shades with the flashing lights overhead. Perspiration tugs at her mascara in a losing battle but she doesn't notice, doesn't taste the salt on her lips as sweat slides down her cheeks. Her face points in the direction of the stage--unmoving--a wide smile spread across her pretty, melting face. She's watching him--the king atop his throne--strut across the stage in her direction.

He's purring words into his microphone and the crowd is erupting into frenzied screams from crazed fan girls that are throwing themselves at the stage. But she's standing stock still, glowing, singing along with him silently as she stares at him, unblinking. She's too stunned to work her lips let alone utter a sound. But she doesn't care. She's far too happy to care about anything at all.

She's so in love with the singer on stage. She has always felt that it was a bit cliche to love the lead singer in a band, but she can't help it. She can't help that he's as incredible as he is. She's always thought that she was so in love with a fantasy that she really can't believe he's actually a real person.

Like Superman, only a better singer.

She can't believe she's seeing him with her own two eyes, breathing his air, hearing his voice as it drips from his lips, right from his mouth, straight from his heart-no microphone or computer screen in between. She can feel every word in every fiber of her being. She's never felt so connected to anyone or anything in her entire life.

She's so in love, so madly infatuated that she'll stand here all night, in utter awe of a man that she has never met but has known her entire life.