Saturday was supposed to be a beautiful day.
I was to be reunited with my childhood sweetheart.
Yes. A lifetime ago I had been madly in love. You see, back in my later years of High School, I had dropped this boy. We were heading in different directions; he was constantly wondering when he would become famous and I simply quit. I had to walk away, only to discover it really was a jungle out there.
Even so, I had thought about him often over the years; wondering whether life had treated him kindly. Occasionally (I must admit), I cyber stalked him. I watched his life flash through social media and wondered just how different my life might have been if all had gone as I planned. It was difficult to see that he was even better than before; an absolute ten out of ten.
And then he was coming.
He was flying from the UK to Sydney and I was going to see him in the flesh. I had hooked up my wing girl who was going to fly up from Vic to ensure he was no liar.
Oh Matt.
Matt Goss from the ’80’s band Bros; things were never going to be black and white (you know…husband and all), but I did love you once. Tonight I was to head to an arena in Sydney to see you and Luke perform your one and only Australian concert.
But no joy.
The concert was cancelled.
Gutted.
I even had my T-shirt ready.
Matt Goss; I OWE YOU NOTHING.
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