This a poem is for those hopeless romantics. How long are we going to wait for our perfect partner?

This is a poem that is about my obsession with a Hollywood celebrity. I never actually thought that it would turn out to be this long, as I was only planning to write a few lines of it.

To wait in vain or to let go?

How do you deal with long distance relationships? Will you continue what you have started even though assurance is fragile? Or you will you just choose to forget each other and bury that very alive feeling?