As he sings on stage, my heart suddenly flutters. Butterflies were flying happily in my tummy. His voice; as sweet as honey, makes me feel safe and warm. His eyes twinkling, as my heart goes wild.
As he dance on stage, his eyes turn into a crescent shape. His smile were as wide just like a mom who feels happy for her newborn child. His chuckles were my happy pills.
As he cry, my heart shatter into pieces. My tummy feels weird. I feel nauseous. My tears roll down my cheeks as I saw him cry. His tears were precious, whether it's happiness or sadness.
As he laugh, i feel like a proud mother. Seeing him laugh is the key that he's happy within that short moment. Cherishing his laughter because he's happy and not sad.
But as I cry, he was my happy pill. Even though he may not see me, doesn't know I'm here breathing, doesn't know I exist, on the inside, i know he care. He cares for a fan like me.
As i try to suicide, he was not here. But I stop 3 months ago. I promised to myself that I need to see you before I die. You were my saviour. He was my saviour. A hero, but doesn't know that he save me. He made me a suicide survivor.
Because of you, I'll study hard, i'll stop suicide, i'll try to stop myself from falling sick and i promise to make you proud when I meet you in person.
Even though you don't know me, you won't meet me often, i'll always be there for you, in your heart, supporting you.
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