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…
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