Drew Starkey and I have been dating for almost a year. I worked a regular office job, avoided social media attention, and preferred quiet weekends over red carpets. I never asked for photos with celebrities or bragged about dating him, yet doubt slowly found its way into Drew’s mind.

His friends never stopped feeding it.

“Come on, man,” one scoffed. “She’s with you because you’re famous. You really think she’d look twice if you weren’t Drew Starkey?”

Drew laughed it off, but the words echoed every time {user} smiled at him.

One evening, I noticed his distance.

“Did I do something wrong?” I asked softly.

“No… I’m just tired.”

“You’ve been tired for weeks.”

He hesitated before blurting, “Would you still be with me if I wasn’t an actor?”

I stared at him, stunned.

“What?”

“If I had a normal job… if nobody knew my name.”

I let out a quiet breath.

“Drew… in a small library out of nowhere. I barely knew who you were.”

“I know.”

“No, I don’t think you do.”

Silence settled between them.

I reached for his hand, but he pulled away.

My heart sank.