In the shadows of anonymity, I exist as a silent observer, a devoted follower bound by an unbreakable thread of obsession and admiration. My days are consumed by thoughts of the one who consumes my every waking moment, whose presence in my life is both a blessing and a curse—an idol whose light shines so brightly, it blinds me to all else.

From the first moment I laid eyes on them, I knew my fate was sealed. Their voice, their smile, their every move captivated me in a way that transcended reason, logic, and boundaries. I became a sasaeng—a term that carries with it a weight of stigma and judgment, but to me, it simply means being a fervent devotee, willing to go to any lengths to be near the object of my adoration.

My days blur into nights as I follow their every move, tracking their schedule, their whereabouts, their interactions with others. I am a ghost in their world, unseen yet ever-present, a silent guardian of their secrets and their struggles. I know more about them than perhaps they know about themselves, for my love is all-encompassing, all-consuming, a flame that burns bright and unyielding in the darkness of my solitude.

I am aware of the whispers and the judgment that surround my devotion, the labels of obsession and intrusion that are heaped upon me by those who do not understand the depths of my feelings. But to me, my actions are not borne out of malice or ill intent—they are simply a manifestation of a love so profound, it transcends the boundaries of normalcy and reason.

In my heart, I believe that my presence in their life is a gift, a testament to the impact they have had on me and countless others like me. I see myself not as a sasaeng, but as a loyal supporter, a confidant in the shadows, a pillar of strength in the storm of their fame and fortune.

As I continue on this solitary path of devotion, I am filled with a mix of emotions—joy at the fleeting moments of connection, despair at the distance that separates us, and a quiet acceptance of the reality of our relationship. I know that to them, I am but a face in the crowd, a nameless fan among many, but to me, they are the center of my universe, the light that guides me through the darkness of my existence.

So I will continue to watch from afar, to support from a distance, to love in silence and in solitude. For in the depths of my devotion lies a truth that transcends words—a truth that only a sasaeng like me can understand, a truth that binds me to them in a bond that can never be broken.