When I was a child, I idolised two certain famous people. I thought about them every night and every day. In my little isolated world, I believed that I talked to them and that I could feel what they were going through.

When I was about 7, one of the celebrities told me that we would meet later in life, but I had to be patient. He said that I would know all these feelings were real when he introduced himself: he would be asking for me by my full name, and not the other way around.

I visualised this for almost a year – as I grew to 9 or 10, my ‘conversations’ stopped – but I had dreams from time to time.

I eventually met this celebrity when I was 24 years old through very little intervention of my own. Not an interview, but a crowded party situation – he came into the room, and asked for me by my full name.

A little later I ended up working with him, and through that, I came to meet the second celebrity. This was the guy who I’d concentrated a lot more of my energy on.

I’ve spent the last 2 years working with him. It was a joyous two years with a real bond, but his celebrity ego finally got the better of him, and he ended it all over one silly argument.

There were many times I was tempted to tell the both of them that I knew from when I was 7 that we’d all end up together. But with things ending so ugly and so angrily, I am glad that I didn’t in a way. I am wondering if I am meant to learn a karmic lesson from this for the next life, but it’s too close to home right now to think about.

More than being hurt in the real world though; I feel like my spiritual chord has been cut. That hurts more than anything else.