This is probably one of my more slightly obscure works. This came about from a conversation late one night with my former-roommate and best friend about celebrities and how their partners (especially those who are not also defined as ‘celebrities’) must feel at times. Ron Pope’s “I Do Not Love You” echoes this quite well.
They love him for his smile,
For the way he respects them,
For the way he tries his best to always stop for pictures and autographs.
They love him for the way he makes them feel the emotion behind his songs,
For the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles genuinely,
For the way he never lets the not-so-nice fans change his view of the others.
They love him for everything, that in their eyes, makes him perfect.
She loves him for his imperfections,
For the way he asks how she is twenty minutes after they start talking, because he’d been too busy saying he missed her,
For the way he’d almost forget she was in the room when his Mum called.
She loves him for all the things they don’t see,
For the way he almost-but-not-quite lifts her off of the ground every time he hugs her,
For the way he sits, invading all her space, when there is plenty of couch available,
For the way he peppers kisses in her hair when he thinks she’s fallen asleep in his arms.
She loves him for all the things that he reserves just for her,
For all the things he does for his fans.
She deals with plenty of hate for loving him,
From all those fans who love him too,
And as much as sometimes it hurts, she understands,
They see what she sees in him,
And it makes her happy,
Because she knows she’s not the only one who sees how he is worth loving.