I have loved Daniel Johns since I was about 15. I remember teasing my older sister when she hit her silverchair phase before me. When posters of Daniel starting hitting her bedroom walls - I would bait her with Daniel jokes. But then, something happened. I must've hit that magical age, or one day I heard a silverchair song and decided it was made for me. The tables had turned, and I was now the Daniel lover.
I loved him when he was a clean-skin - young and awkward; and I loved him, even when he wasn't around. I love him most of all, because he is strange and sad and maybe damaged - and I am still terribly convinced that we are perfect for one another.