Starstruck

I'll never forget the moments I spent with her. Who the hell wants to forget his time with the 'star'? You could say I'm very lucky as I get what you may dreamed of. I'm dating a celebrity, an actress, a dream of all men. But there are other reasons that make those moments unforgettable. Yes, the star's light able to blind your eyes, or in case of mine, even can hurt your heart.

"I'm sorry," she said while crying on the phone.

"It's okay, I understand," I replied to end the conversation.

I knew this time would come, the time when I had to willingly see her shine without me. At least he was more appropriate than me in front of her parents. I will not lie that I'm sad, but I realized that my sadness will not last long as time passes.

. . .

I remember the first time I went to a small cafe that also has room to stay at a cheap price on the roadside the night after I finished my official duties. I saw her open the door and entered with her blue winter jacket. Her eyes were tired, her hair was a mess, make her looked more like a human, not a star. Turns out she had just returned from the shooting set which I think pretty far away if it must be reached by taxi. And I knew, at that time I had fallen in love.

She had no home, settled from a cheap inn to another one has become a habit in order to save money before getting paid from the filming. At least that's what I heard from the bartender.

"May I sit here?" I asked as I took a bottle of beer to the table where she sat.
"Please," she said languidly.
"Are you an actress?" I asked.
"If I were an actress, I would not be in a place like this," she replied with a high tone.

I drank my beer for a moment, looking at the city lights lit on these cold night which visible from the side of the window where we were sitting together.

"Sorry, I thought it would not be wise for an actress to let herself get a bad image," I smiled.
"What do you know about image?" she asked as she looked into my eyes.
"All I know is that image left a certain impression in the memory of others. But to left an impression in the heart is a different thing," I teased her.

Her laugh was so sweet once she heard my words coming, and that evening was passed very fast. Clock has shown at half three in the morning when she closes her mouth which yawning because of exhaustion. I think our relationship started very well because we were both tired, so I think it will end up in a different way.

. . .

It did not take long to make the world realize that she is a star and her fans one by one began to appear. I never had problems with it, my job keeps me busy and removes prejudice. Until one day, the moment I feared came. Gossip is popping up in the media, a picture of her along with another man posted in every magazine. When I was on duty to attend an abroad conference, reporters were after me. Asked me about the things I did not know.

What I knew is he was a young entrepreneur, she met him while shooting the romantic scenes which done in a restaurant owned by him. Love indeed does not know where and when, it seemed the cupid shoot love arrows while drunk at the time. She explained it all on the telephone. I asked her to meet me, but she said she did not want to. It looked like she felt guilty. There was no contact between us for weeks, until finally she called me when the sun begins to set.

"I can not lie to you, since I first saw you, you always make me smile," she began the conversation.

"Yeah, I guess I was not ready to be a star's mate," I said in a joking tone.

"You're perfect and I do not deserve you. Find a woman which will always faithful to accompany you when you're busy, find a woman which will always watching you and worried about you when you fly across the countries. You deserve it all," she began to cry.

"Yes, I understand. I hope you will be happy with your life," I replied.

"I'm sorry," she said while crying on the phone.

"It's okay, I understand," I replied to end the conversation.

Thank you doctor for the afternoon that you spend with me: a glass of milk, a plate of apple pie, and a good story.