It honestly feels like a slap in the face seeing ### add ### and ### to his friends list. Those two said some really nasty things about me—they even told me the band didn’t want me around anymore. That absolutely gutted me at the time. Only later did I discover none of it was true. ### eventually took me back in, sided with me, and I realized there were even more rumors going around behind my back. This all happened a while ago, when ### was still drumming for the band. Then the other day, I checked out ###’s friends list and there they both were—### and ###. It really stung. After everything, it just felt off for him to welcome them back. I even remember asking him once if he’d add me and ###, but he never did. That honestly hurt—he was happy to reconnect with people who’d lied about me, but not with us. I still don’t get it. Logically, I know I shouldn’t take it so personally, but I do. What really gets to me is that other people I know, like ### and ###, aren’t on his Facebook either. Normally, that wouldn’t matter, but with ###, it does.
For years, I looked up to him. I thought he was the real deal—just a really good person and an incredible singer. I admired him a lot, almost like I’d known him in some other life. Maybe that’s why this all feels so raw. I always supported the band, made sure to thank him for his music, called him a rock star, and even prayed for him when he was going through tough times. ### and I used to wear ### shirts to their shows. ### noticed ###’s shirt once and even mentioned it, but never said a word to me when I wore mine. It bothered me—maybe more than I wanted to admit. Every word ### said meant something to me.
When I first met him, it was like there was this instant connection—a kind of energy I can’t really explain. I loved catching his eye; it always made me feel a bit electrified. I still remember how he’d perform “Nights in White Satin” at the end of the night. That song always touched me, even if I can’t explain exactly why. When he sang “Wicked Game,” I’d be overwhelmed with emotion. Honestly, when I first started going to ### shows, the whole thing just hit me so hard. I’d come home and cry every night for a while. I’d think about ### for days after a gig, just sort of stuck in my own head, feeling that weird connection.
But now, I almost wish I’d never gone to see them—or met ###—because it’s all just gotten to be too much. It’s confusing, way too intense for me, and I just don’t want to feel like this anymore. I find myself praying for these feelings to go away. I’m not in love with him, it’s just that it always felt like I knew him in another life.
For years, I looked up to him. I thought he was the real deal—just a really good person and an incredible singer. I admired him a lot, almost like I’d known him in some other life. Maybe that’s why this all feels so raw. I always supported the band, made sure to thank him for his music, called him a rock star, and even prayed for him when he was going through tough times. ### and I used to wear ### shirts to their shows. ### noticed ###’s shirt once and even mentioned it, but never said a word to me when I wore mine. It bothered me—maybe more than I wanted to admit. Every word ### said meant something to me.
When I first met him, it was like there was this instant connection—a kind of energy I can’t really explain. I loved catching his eye; it always made me feel a bit electrified. I still remember how he’d perform “Nights in White Satin” at the end of the night. That song always touched me, even if I can’t explain exactly why. When he sang “Wicked Game,” I’d be overwhelmed with emotion. Honestly, when I first started going to ### shows, the whole thing just hit me so hard. I’d come home and cry every night for a while. I’d think about ### for days after a gig, just sort of stuck in my own head, feeling that weird connection.
But now, I almost wish I’d never gone to see them—or met ###—because it’s all just gotten to be too much. It’s confusing, way too intense for me, and I just don’t want to feel like this anymore. I find myself praying for these feelings to go away. I’m not in love with him, it’s just that it always felt like I knew him in another life.
