Imagine
yourself, thirty years from now, in the mall
with your younger daughter. You're walking down the corridors
of the shopping mall with her holding your hand. The people are
crowding the hallways amd stores, but there's one store that
isn't full of people, the music store. You decide to enter
since no one was inside. You are making time pass, looking
through some albums when you hear the speakers playing a song
lightly. You stop your tracks and listen carefully.
"You're insecure," with only that you know
what song it is. You can't help but grin like an idiot. You
just stare at the air and concentrate on the song. Your daughter
is tugging on your arm, but you aren't paying attention. All
the memories come flooding back, from when you were obsessed with
those five boys. The video diaries that you watched over and over
again. The fandom that always had its up and downs, but changed
your life forever. How those five boys never failed on making you
smile. All the twitcams that even though you weren't awake,
you ended up seeing them either way. The interviews you could
never stop laughing about. The stupid rumors that always spread
around. The friends you made because of them. The way you
defended them. How you always dreamed of marrying them. The way
you talked about them like if they were your best friends. All
the thoughts come back into your mind. Just when the song ends, a
tear streams down your face. You come back to reality, looking at
your daughter. "Mommy, are you okay?" is all
that she is asking. You just say, "Yes, Mommy is
okay." Because you could never explain how much you
loved those boys.