"Congratulation, you're famous now," Amy says while tossing the least credible looking gossip magazine at my coffee table.
"They didn't even mention my name," I glare at her amused face. This inconvenience seems totally amusing for her, which makes this more irritating to me.
"Okay, you're almost famous," she corrects herself, still smiling. Then she squeals excitedly. "Ooh! Did you see the one on whosdatingwho.com? They made some head-to-head comparison between you and her top 3 exes!"
She scrolls through her phone to find the mentioned article, ignoring my groan. After she found it, she shoves her phone to my hand, urging me to read it.
"Come on, read it. It's disturbingly detailed. The fact that they didn't even know your name and any details on you, didn't really stop them from analyzing it based on your look." Then she holds up a finger, to emphasize her point. "And it's somewhat close to the truth. These guys are good."
"I'm glad that this situation is giving you so much pleasure than I'm able to tolerate." I shoot her another irritated look before I look at the article.
I read the first lines, then look away. It's bad. They said that I'm not worth Cara's time. That she should fine someone who's more closer to her league than me. Fuck. This is just what I need.
"You know what? I can't read this. The first ones are already bad enough." I toss Amy's phone back. "But this just so fucking bad, I want to crush your phone just to get the hell away from it."
"Okay, sorry. I know that this one is not good for your ego. But the first ones? Those articles aren't that bad. You two looked cute together in those pictures."
"Cute? I looked at her like some love sick puppy! A person shouldn't looked that in love with another person, Amy! Especially when I'm apparently not worthy of her love!"
"Oh, please. Don't listen to those fools. They're only trying to make money by making anything up about this hot news." Amy pats my arm reassuringly. I only smile weakly at her.
"So, you looked at her like you finally found the meaning of life in her face. So, what? You're in love. She's gorgeous as hell and loves you back. It's involuntary, the way you look at her. You just can't help it."
"That's what makes this more scary. I cannot help it. At this point, I will only fall deeper and deeper for her. There's no way back for me. But her?" I close my eyes, to block the disturbing thoughts from my mind.
"She could have anyone she wants. What if someday she fell out of love with me? This article is true, you know. She's just too good for me."
Amy decided that she can't take my shits no more and snaps. "So leave her then. Leave her now while you're not," she makes air quoting motion, "that deep in love with her. Walk away and save yourself from troubles. That's the only thing that you've been bitching about since the day you met her. If her opinion of you isn't good enough to justify your relationship, then what the point of trying anyway? So go and listen to what the others say. I bet it would do wonders to you."
"I did keep going and going about it, didn't I?" I smile sheepishly at her.
"The hell you did," Amy snorts at me, already put her attention back to her laptop again.
The truth in Amy's words hit me hard. She's right, of course. But that doesn't necessarily make things easier to bear. Having a relationship with a celebrity tends to complicates things in your life. She loves you. I love her. They don't love me. They love her exes more than me. I don't want to care about what they say, but I do any way. It's like having a whole damn lot of girlfriend's parents who care too much about your relationship.
I take a deep breath and rub my tired eyes slowly. I try to recall wonderful moments of my relationship with Cara. How she felt in my arms. How eager her touch was. How wonderful her laugh sounded to my ears. How crazy she made me feel. How amazing it felt to claim her as mine. Mine. She's mine. And nobody can tell me the otherwise than her.
"Fine. If everybody thinks I'm not beautiful enough, not rich or famous enough to date her, then fuck them. I don't care. She's mine."
