It’s so hard for me to put in words what I feel about Ryan Ross. All of you who follow me have seen my long, elaborate posts about Ryan Ross, and honestly, even though those were the longest posts I’ve ever made on this site, they still don’t sum up or even explicitly describe what this man means to me.
I don’t personally know Ryan Ross. It is a huge possibility that I will probably NEVER personally know Ryan Ross. However, that does not lessen the way I feel about him. I started writing music because I fell in love with the way that he wrote and the metaphors he used. I started dwelling into older music because of the bands and musicians that influenced him. I started reading more poetry and more books because of the things he wrote.
Learning about the things he went through, reading about them, hearing about him talk about them in interviews and such, he made me feel like there was nothing I couldn’t overcome. He made me realize that there’s more out there than just what you’ve grown used to. He made me look forward to having a different future than em what everyone assumed I was destined to have.
Even writing this right now, I’m tearing up and having a hard time putting into words exactly what I want to say. I want to write down how my heart flutters when I hear him talk. I want to explain how, every time I hear him sing, and it’s just his voice echoing in my ears, I feel blood rush to my face and a smile etch its way onto my lips. I want to perfectly elaborate on how, whenever I see his smile, my pupils dilate and my heart rate increases.
It sounds like I’m talking about someone I’ve been in love with for years, and honestly, I am. I’ve been in love with Ryan Ross since 2006, since I first heard of Panic! At The Disco and saw their live performances and music videos. I fell in love with him before I even knew what being in love felt like. There’s so much more that I could say about Ryan Ross, but words would never be able to justify what I feel for him.
So, here’s to you, Ryan. 30 years down, and forever to go.