It has been 45 days since I’ve last seen him. The one everyone admires. The one everyone wants to be, or be with. To me he is a hero, my savior. I am not sure why but as the days go by the hours feel longer. Each day the minor twinge I felt when he last said goodbye grew into an emptiness I can no longer hide from those around me. Is it because I’m worried about his safety.. Or is it because I, like everyone else can’t stand the thought of our Idol being gone for too long? Everyday I have been contemplating these feelings. Do I feel a connection towards him because he is the one that found me on that rainy day in that dirt infested cell? I remember it as vividly as if it had happened yesterday, the pitied look he gave the naked starving girl huddled in the corner searching for warmth in the only spot in the dark cell that didn’t have a gaping hole. I hated that cell, but I remember being thankful for that corner. It protected me from the sharp ice water. His gun pointed at my direction eyebrows furrowing as if enraged, but his eyes, it’s almost as if they had changed when he saw me. His gaze softened as he followed the path of the hanging chains which clasped around my ankles and wrists. There were more of them but he was the only one I could make out. The lack of food and light made it hard to see but I will never forget the kindness he presented me with.