American Fan:
I'm scared.
MUAHAHAHA
*reads post while straddling him*
Him while trailing kisses on my neck: babe what's distracting you?
Me: a post from one of your crazy fans.
Him as his hands grip my waist: you know they can look but only you can touch.
Just In case I was not clear enough, you can look but you can't touch.
Sweetheart, the only thing that is yours in this situation is the picture of MY MAN and not the real thing. You can fantasise, romanticise hell even, visualise being with him but trust, that is all it will ever be, a wish, a hope, a dream, nothing more than your imagination. I hope you get over him real quick; I hear unrequited love hurts. I am not familiar with the feeling of course. Now go reflect.