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March 2014. A concert at Wembley Arena1. Walking onstage I suffered the typical panic attack. Imade my way to the center, clenched2 my fists, spat3 out the speech. There were fourteen thousandyoung faces before me, gathered for We Day. Maybe I’d have been less nervous if I’dconcentrated more on them, but I was having a proper Me Day, thinking about the last time I’dgiven a speech under this roof.
Tenth anniversary of Mummy’s death.
I’d been nervous then too. But not like this.
I hurried off. Wiping the shine from my face, and staggering up to my seat to join Cress.
She saw me and blanched4. You OK?
Yeah, yeah.
But she knew.
We watched the other speakers. That is, she watched, I tried to catch my breath.
The next morning our photo was in all the papers and splashed online. Someone tipped off theroyal correspondents to where we were sitting, and at long last we were outed. After nearly twoyears of secretly dating, we were revealed to be a couple.
Odd, we said, that it should be such big news. We’d been photographed before, skiing inVerbier. But these photos landed differently, maybe because this was the first time she’d joined meat a royal engagement.
As a result, we became less clandestine5, and that felt like a plus. Several days later we went toTwickenham, watched England play Wales, got papped, and didn’t even bother to talk about it.
Soon after, we left on a skiing holiday with friends, to Kazakhstan, got papped again, and didn’teven know. We were too distracted. Skiing was so sacred for us, so symbolic6, especially after ourprevious skiing holiday, in Switzerland, when she’d miraculously7 opened me up.
It happened late one night, after a long day on the slopes, and a fun time at après-ski. We’dgone back to my cousin’s chalet, where we were staying, and Cress was washing her face,brushing her teeth, while I was sitting on the edge of the bath. We were talking about nothingspecial, as I recall, but suddenly she asked about my mother.
Unique. A girlfriend asking about my mother. But it was also the way she asked. Her tone wasjust the right blend of curiosity and compassion8. The way she reacted to my answer was just righttoo. Surprised, concerned, with no judgment9.
Maybe other factors were at play as well. The alchemy of physical fatigue10 and Swisshospitality. The fresh air and alcohol. Maybe it was the softly falling snow outside the windows,or the culmination11 of seventeen years of suppressed grief. Maybe it was maturity12. Whatever thereason or combination of reasons, I answered her, straight-out, and then started to cry.
I remember thinking: Oh, I’m crying.
And saying to her: This is the first time I’ve…Cressida leaned towards me: What do you mean…first time?
This is the first time I’ve been able to cry about my mum since the burial.
Wiping my eyes, I thanked her. She was the first person to help me across that barrier, to helpme unleash13 the tears. It was cathartic14, it accelerated our bond, and added an element rare in pastrelationships: immense gratitude15. I was indebted to Cress, and that was the reason why, when wegot home from Kazakhstan, I felt so miserable16, because at some point during that ski trip I’drealized that we weren’t a match.
I just knew. Cress, I think, knew as well. There was massive affection, deep and abidingloyalty—but not love everlasting17. She was always clear about not wanting to take on the stressesof being a royal, and I was never sure I wanted to ask her to do so, and this unalterable fact,though it had been lurking18 in the background for some time, became undeniable on those Kazakhslopes.
Suddenly it was clear. This can’t work.
How odd, I thought. Every time we go skiing…a revelation.
The day after we got home from Kazakhstan I phoned a mate, who was also close with Cress. Itold him about my feelings and asked for advice. Without hesitation19 the mate said that if it wasdone it must be done quickly. So I drove straight over to see Cress.
She was staying with a friend. Her bedroom was on the ground floor, windows looking ontothe street. I heard cars and people going by as I sat gingerly on the bed and told her my thinking.
She nodded. None of it seemed to surprise her. These things had been on her mind as well.
I’ve learned so much from you, Cress.
She nodded. She looked at the floor, tears running down her cheeks.
Damn, I thought.
She helped me cry. And now I’m leaving her in tears.
1 arena | |
n.竞技场,运动场所;竞争场所,舞台 | |
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2 clenched | |
v.紧握,抓紧,咬紧( clench的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
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3 spat | |
n.口角,掌击;v.发出呼噜呼噜声 | |
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4 blanched | |
v.使变白( blanch的过去式 );使(植物)不见阳光而变白;酸洗(金属)使有光泽;用沸水烫(杏仁等)以便去皮 | |
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5 clandestine | |
adj.秘密的,暗中从事的 | |
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6 symbolic | |
adj.象征性的,符号的,象征主义的 | |
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7 miraculously | |
ad.奇迹般地 | |
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8 compassion | |
n.同情,怜悯 | |
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9 judgment | |
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10 fatigue | |
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11 culmination | |
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12 maturity | |
n.成熟;完成;(支票、债券等)到期 | |
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13 unleash | |
vt.发泄,发出;解带子放开 | |
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14 cathartic | |
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15 gratitude | |
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16 miserable | |
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17 everlasting | |
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19 hesitation | |
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