I WAS DRIZZLE AND HE WAS HURRICANE

A wonderful person, incredibly talented, ineffably beautiful. Whose words could make you believe the impossible. Whose flawless smile could make your heart skip a beat. Whose eyes could make you follow him straight to hell. Whose passion for the causes he believes in makes you want to change the world just to please him. Always in the right place, at the right time. A marvellous hurricane.
And then there's me, who knows how many thousands of gut wrenching, tedious miles away from him. Eleven years late. A simple, mediocre drizzle. Now tell me, how could I not worship him?