Dear Celebrity Crush

By Khalelia Ahmad

“I think we’d be great together, based off  

the chance of officially meeting this time, 

If you have it in you to hold my gaze with  

your eyes, come say hi, get to know me, 

You may be a celebrity, but you’re just like  

any other person I’ve seen, and I see you,  

Truly, for the first time “celebrity crush”  

feels like love at first sight, what a crime.  

That I fail to resist meeting your glance  

on set, each day, I’m addicted to it now, 

I'm back in high school, waking up and  

getting ready just to see you, so indirect, 

Like I’m just a little spec in a field of  

dandelions, feeling like I’ve been picked, 

By the sun itself, to give me light, hope for  

a love that I thought was so far from sight.  

I’m so close, you’re right there, you can be  

next to me but we’ll still be worlds apart, 

I have no right to fall for a star, but I’ve  

wished upon many, all fallen short, gone, 

I want to give up on wishing upon them, I  

want to fall in love but I know it’s wrong, 

To think I have a chance, that I could  

stand your fame, you’re more than I am.  

I think I could love you if you gave me a  

chance, learn me, and I’ll learn you right, 

I dread the last day, I almost yearn to  

call your name and risk being deranged, 

But I’m not a fan, I’m just a girl, a young  

lady at that, a hopeless romantic in fact, 

And I just so happen want to know such  

hopelessness with you, I want to know you.  

Longing to be familiar with your laugh and  

humour, to memorise your voice sooner, 

Let’s string along this experience just a  

little longer, build a connection stronger, 

Because it doesn’t exist, not yet at least so  

I pray that one day it will, you and me, 

But it’s just a fantasy, a rare chance we’ll  

cross paths again, let’s meet before then.  

Before my hope slips away with the days  

of seeing you again, I like you, my bad, 

You just happen to be the type I fall for  

and I’m glad it's not all just delusional, 

Let me know you, please, I promise to  

always be authentically me, just unusual, 

But that’s unprofessional, for me to get  

close, to know you as such, just my luck.  

I think we’d be great together, let’s forget  

about our status, we’re both just people, 

There’s no special treatment, I just really  

like you, I imagine how we’d be so true, 

To each other, if you’d allow space for us  

to see this through, what I could be to you, 

But you don’t have a clue, or know I exist  

but if I tell you this, I only ask one thing;  

Will you please at least give me one kiss?”

By Khalelia Ahmad