Did that really happen?
Did what really happen?
That whole “Nicholas Cage” story you just wrote…
It was either the real Nicholas Cage or an uncanny lookalike, who also happened to have an Asian wife or partner or girlfriend or whoever that was, sitting next to him.
And… did you really stop eating… because of me?
Probably not, no…
Oh?
I really did stop eating at that dinner… but I think it was another ex, not you… but I also probably did say to the friend, to just go outside and chase after the assumed Nicholas Cage if she really, really, really wanted that autograph or photo with him that badly…
It sounds like something you’d say.
Yeah…. How are you feeling about my “not eating” — ?
I’m very concerned. I don’t like it. If it was me? I don’t think I could live with myself. I couldn’t do that to you… ever… in any situation. I don’t think I’ve ever done anything that would justify that effect. What happened?
(Sigh) It was someone that… I was in such a delulu, I did — for some short moments in time — think that I was going to marry him. And then it all fell apart. That’s what really happened…
And, it’s actually because of that moment, that memory — I didn’t want to ALLOW any other guy — ever — to have that effect on me ever again. I did everything I possibly could to prevent myself from putting myself back in that kind of situation. Much to my own detriment in other areas, perhaps… but it was… a kind of trauma… response… I couldn’t ever put myself in that situation ever again. “NO GUY” was ever “worth it” — not to that extent. I’d rather stay friends. I’d rather not fall. If I know that I’m not ready, then I’m not ready because I don’t want to fall “like that” ever again.
But… (Hmmm)…
You and I?
Yeah… I’m wondering…
We’ll create better memories. That was still rather juvenile — when I look back on it all now. Too young… not a big deal now…
Right… and it was before we ever met?
Yes. For whatever reason — it was probably earlier that year. Much, much earlier… and we still to this day have no idea why Nicholas Cage or a clone of him was in Melbourne.
(Chuckles) It was probably just a clone.
Yes, you’re right. It was probably just his clone. We never approached the table. We never bothered to ask that person to their face, “Are YOU Nicholas Cage?!!?!?”
(Chuckling more — finding this all rather amusing for some reason…)
Why is this funny to you?
Because… you’re not ASSHOLES!!! Even if you were all just giggling and discussing amongst yourselves… you never entered his personal space…
Well… yeah… I guess… Are you still feeling weird today…?
A little bit…
It’s been a lot…?
(Nodding)…
Well, take your time… process whatever you need to process… I still love you…
(Smiles) (Deep breaths) That’s good to hear… that’s good to know…
Always.
Always?
Always (smiling)
ALWAYS.
