If I Just Save You, You Could Save Me Too.

I am going to try to do the impossible again, since my mentor told me to write about things I find hard to write about. And, I find it really difficult to write about the things I love. Why?
Because you have to explain. And explaining why you love a certain something is like describing what water tastes like.
I know I'm not making sense here, so let me proceed to the actual topic of this blog post.
I love You Me At Six.
They are talented, attractive and...they're indescribable.
They know what people feel, because they are people. They have faults, and they're proud of having them. They are so genuine, so real, so human. 
They didn't save my life or anything, but I feel saved. They helped me get out of the rut I am in. They introduced me new things. They introduced me to a new "fandom", introduced me to new friends, and new inside jokes that only me and fans know. It's nice to feel like you're a part of something.
I love You Me At Six, from the members up to the crews, and to the fans.
I love You Me At Six, from everything they do and to everything they don't do.
I love their passion for music.
I admire their love for their fans.
I admire the fact that they've been friends for a long time, and never gave up on each other. And I know how hard it is to keep a friend.
I love You Me At Six because they're You Me At Six.
I love Josh because he's Josh.
I love Max because he's Max.
I love Matt because he's Matt.
I love Chris because he's Chris.
I love Dan because he's Dan.
I love the idea of You Me At Six, the existence of You Me At Six, the fact that they're alive somewhere, that they're not fictional, that they can be talked to, touched and hugged.  I will do every possible thing just to get a glimpse of them in real life, no, I don't think that would be enough.
I will do anything to meet them, to talk to them, to hug them and get a picture with them. I would do just about anything to let them know how I feel. I want them to know that they're special to an un-special girl. I know I will cry in front of them, the ugly kind of crying, with snot and sniffles.I just really want them to know that they are loved, that they don't need to change anything. That I love them for being them.