It's a bitter world, I'd rather dream

Dear Friend,
My affection for Adam Young, aka Owl City, is well documented.  I've mentioned that in general I will get over a celebrity crush in about a month, but this guy is different.  But I've noticed another difference besides longevity in this crush; it feels like having a crush on someone I know.

Obviously a crush on a "real life" guy is different than a crush on a "fake" celebrity.  As far as I'm concerned a celebrity may as well be a fictional character.  I like it that way.  However, if I'm interested in a guy in real life it is to my benefit to know more about who they really are if there is any chance of getting involved with them.  No one would argue that I have a good chance of having a personal relationship with someone famous, therefore the less I know about them, the better, and the easier it will be to move on when their moment in the spotlight of my affections is over.

But, something is weird about Adam.  I think it may be his Blog.  I love the way he writes.  Reading a new entry of his blog (which I get to do, mostly every Monday, like clockwork) feels like having a casual conversation with him.  He writes so well and so easily that you feel like you get to know him through his words despite the lack of precise details.  He's funny and eloquent and manages to write about things that everyone can relate to.

The weird, personal feeling of this famous-person-crush came to its peak when I heard the song Lonely Lullaby.  This song is an extra feature of the Owl City Galaxy app for Ipods or Iphones.  It is a very personal song about a break-up, and it is lovely.  I found out that the song isn't an abstract song about sadness in general, but specifically about his ex-girlfriend Anne Marie.  One night, while I was listening to music and playing video games the song came on and I got that weird, jealous, sympathetic, frustrated feeling that you get when you listen to someone you like go on about how wonderful someone else is.  No one enjoys that feeling.  Let me tell you, it feels even worse when you realize that the feeling is completely unjustified and slightly stalker-like.
I eagerly await the day I can simply listen to the song, enjoy it, and move on when the track ends without feeling this bizarre slurry of emotions. Hopefully this written confession, a sort of emotional exorcism, will speed that day along.