Have you ever admired and looked up to somebody so much that it physically hurts? Whenever you think about them or see one of their works, there's an ache deep inside of your body that cannot be healed. When somebody mentions them, your whole world stops for a fragment of a second and just for a moment you forget how to breathe. You know everything about them, bordering on obsession. You swear that if you ever meet this person, you'll die. You shake with excitement, palms sweat, words cannot be formed at a mere glimpse of this person in the newspaper or in a magazine.

For me, this is a daily occurence with two people. I will not say who those two people are; I'd like to leave something to the imagination. Is there a cure for this? Is their medication that I can take to stop deep, deep admiration? The answer is no. The most I can do is live with this plague of inspiration.