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Airport ✈️

Friend 1: “I think he’s your Soul Mate. Do you know that your life is never going to be the same again?”

Me: “What? What do you mean?”

Friend 2: “He’s actually from a really rich family in his birth country. Paparazzi will stalk him at the airport. Are you ready for it?”

Me: “What? What are you talking about? I don’t know what to believe.”

They’re scaring me. I’m sensing that something’s not right. I can’t pin point it. In hindsight was it jealousy? Was it that Friend 2, especially? — Maybe, but also, maybe there was a puppet master behind her. The real Villain. It’s not her fault. I don’t blame her at all.

Friend 1: “So are you going to say bye to him at the airport?”

Me: “I don’t know. I’m gonna call my Mum. I just want her advice…”

Mum: “I think your friends are just messing with you. Does he have Australian citizenship? Does he have PR?”

Me: “I don’t know.”

Mum: “You’ve never seen his passport?”

Me: “Yes. But it wasn’t Australian.”

Mum: “Well, just stay friends. Why do you need to rush into anything? If he loves you, he’ll respect that.”

Me: “Should I go to the airport to say bye? If there’s Paparazzi there to take my photo?”

Mum: “That’s not a good idea. Your Dad wouldn’t like it. Stay out of the limelight.”

It wasn’t about you.

It’s my family. Their habits.

They don’t want us on stage, not all the time.

We do lay low. That’s our dynamic.

I was protecting my Dad…