"Here, look Ava, isn't that a beautiful flower?" I smile, holding the orange Marigold in front of my giggling, nine-month-old niece, who is sitting in her pushing chair, happily taking the flower from my hand.

Today, Gemma, my sister, and I decided to visit a cut-your-own flower field, since the weather is exceptionally good for a day in October. I've been on a break from public appearances for a bit over a year now and I really enjoy the quiet life and small trips like these with my family. It's always a bit risky for me to go to public places, but I'm tired of sneaking around and hiding from the fans and the media. If I want to go to a flower field and pick flowers with my favourite little girl, then that's exactly what I do. Because I'm not only an international popstar, I'm also an uncle, a brother, a son and a friend — in short: I'm human.

I'm about to pick another flower when I spot a familiar figure out of the corner of my eye. You've definitely changed over the past nine years I haven't seen you, but it's unmistakable you. And you're not alone, there's a girl next to you, maybe around eight, picking flowers and putting them in her wicker basket and...oh my God...I freeze when she turns around and I can see her features, she looks exactly like...me; dark brown, wavery hair, green eyes, God she even has those bloody bunny teeth and dimples. This can't be true, she can't be mine, can she? Well, apparently she actually could.

You and I had something casual going on back in 2015/2016, just two people enjoying some time together every now and then. It has been mutual to keep it superficial, although I'm pretty sure that both of us felt more. It just wasn't the right time for us — me about to go to LA to make my first solo album, and you not even finished with your studies yet. You tried to reach out a few weeks after we went our separate ways, you called and sent texts, asking me to contact you, but I didn't. I thought you were just another one of these girls who didn't understand the meaning of 'no strings attached'. Well, apparently I was wrong, because it seems like our 'no strings attached' is now eight years old. I really need to know if she's mine.

Eventually, after staring at you in a stunned silence for a minute or two, I start walking over to the two of you, leaving Ava with a clearly confused Gemma. My heart is beating like crazy as I approach you, careful not to startle you. But the moment you turn and look into my eyes, you stop in your tracks, shock written all over your face. "Um, hey...long time no see, huh?" I ask, innerly facepalming myself for this genius greeting.