A story of love that isn't because of being crazy about celebrities.

This story is part of the "Love is" contest.

'What would you like that much? Where does he know me?'

'He is a singer. Don't look at us. Stop being crazy'

'It's pathetic to act like a blind person'

Is it that much? I was sitting and thinking about something. I like and admire a male singer (well, anyway). At first I was just delighted and admired his talent. But when going back and forth, it became I already like him. I sit and think about various things.

If we were to meet each other, how should I act? Thinking about it, I accidentally smiled because I couldn't help but laugh at my own love. Can love make people dream like this? In the past, I had a bias towards people who liked singers. Stars who are so lost that I don't know how to explain them. He or she would do anything to meet that person. I think it's crazy.

At first I thought it was them. But now I've changed that idea.

'It's not celebrity madness or singer madness, as everyone (who's not like us) understands, but it's beautiful love. It's not a dream. Each of us knows that there is no way that our crush will ever love us (as a boyfriend or girlfriend). Most will love us more as a fan.

Fate has already decreed for us who we will be born with, but do you know? That's it, we're happy. As long as he or she is not arrogant towards us, does not forget us, is a good person, then we will be happy.'

I sat and smiled at the picture of the singer. Now I have a picture of him. It's not a picture taken from a fan board. It was a picture I took when I first met him. I've met the real one. Even though he stood on the stage and can't come down (if you really can come down,

Fans probably carried him home with them), but I'm glad I got to see him. It must be………………

It's fate...