Love, A

It's so hard to fall in love with a person that you will never have. The problem of being a fan girl is that we tend to fall into our idols knowing that they will never see us as our individual selves. They just see and love us as a whole fandom. We're always there for them. We care too much that we sometimes forget about ourselves. Secretly wishing that one day they'll notice us. Creating those imaginations where there is you and them. But we gotta wake up. There are billions of people here on earth and only one is lucky enough to to be with him. I know this is hard but this is what we are. Just another girl screaming with the crowd.

Commander Sarto stood on the bridge of his starship and watched the main viewing screen. As they approached the tiny planet, it grew on the screen. Sarto studied the oceans and land masses that appeared through the clouds. The planet reminded him of his home. "Take us into orbit," he said to Jartan, his second in command. "Then see if you can listen to their communications." Sarto thought of his mission to make contact with the beings that lived on the planet. He wondered what they were like. He noticed the concern that had come to Jartan's face. "What's the matter?" Sarto asked. "There must be some mistake," said Jartan. "The transmissions I'm picking up indicate that these beings are quite violent. They're not ready to join the United Planets." Sarto sighed. He had seen this happen before. "Sometimes the first survey teams make errors in their evaluations," Sarto said. "Set course for the n