The first time I truly understood "love" (part 1)

Since childhood, I knew your name
but didn't pay much attention to your fame.
Everyone kept forcing you to my life
saying I should love you the way you do
How can I ever follow what they say
when your name is all I have as clue?
Yes, they say you are quite popular around
and that you are much better than how they make it sound,
that you are the people's best friend
on whom they can always count.
But why won't you be the first to approach
instead of hiding behind their boasts?
At least once a week I hear your name
because my grandma is your number one fan
She would read everyday for inside scoops
about your celebrity life and your next plans
She would urge us to sing your popular songs
almost everyday when I'm with her
Once a week, it will take all day long
and that frustrates me because I am not a singer.
All these years of my childhood memory of you
has gone away, stored deep like the ocean blue.
I learned to appreciate new things
and soon found out that I can actually sing
not for you though, but instead
of popular songs which are but not dead.
Like this amazing band named after beetles
whose music made a colorful impact on me
The words and lyrics make me want to love
and to be loved by my soulmate I am yet to see
Then I remembered you and their stories
like that band I said whose song title fits perfectly,
my memories of you suddenly floated like a yellow submarine,
yes, yellow because it just caught my full attention suddenly.
Now you look like a man who stepped out of your sea vehicle,
waving at me to come with you to the sea
and all I could think of and say to you was
"Are you crazy kidding me?!"
After all those years of anticipation
if you will ever give me any attention
has died down because of my suppression
of the feelings about you I never did mention.
I wanted to believe you exist and that you're true,
I tried my best to understand everything about you,
about the love you're giving me you said was pure
and that you'd do anything for me so sure.
When I finally succeeded in burying you down
here you come begging me to take you back.
This is such a very scary feeling for me since I know
with it comes doubt, fear, and confusion in a sack.
Can you finally see the tears down my cheek
because of this huge pressure making me sick?
If I take you back,
will you promise you will not lack
or do you like seeing me joked
in front of my friends whose laughs I choke?

by doctor-irlo222

The first time I truly understood "love" (part 1)

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