Y/n loved Alex. And Dylan. And Freddie. And Colin. And Kit. And Travis. And Lucas. And Matty. And Shaun. And Daniel. And Eddie. Y/n loved them all no matter the name as much as next fictional or real all the same unattainable too much work to get them to notice you and it is not guaranteed they might- crush.
But perhaps the most valuable lesson y/n learned reading all these fanfictions, starting at tender age of thirteen or perhaps earlier it doesn't matter - it was formative years all the same they shaped the mind, the thoughts, the point of views a child grew up to see through the real world - was that no one will be as worthy as you will be to yourself. You are your most attainable lover, biggest yearning to get in touch with.
Y/n loved so many and all of them so much little too much but who cares at least you are not going around wrecking havoc. Y/n never understood why are people who sit and read in silence, biggest targets for loser club. Those who think and overtink always have harder time than those who waste their life boxed in narrow shape someone draw for them to fit in and feel comfortable in. Perhaps sometimes seeing limits is easier than searching for pattern of your name in the sky.
Yes, y/n loved terribly dearly all those names. New month new name on the list of inspirations.
But y/n loved [your preferred pronoun] the most.
Be like y/n.
