the season was busy, with me here in barcelona, playing in the champions league, i was training and playing like normal, my team was doing pretty well

but you, all the way in america, playing in the nwsl finals, forced us to do long distance for a couple months, and it was the hardest at night, when i would busy myself just so i could feel a little better, and maybe miss you less, but it never works

like tonight, i cleaned my entire apartment, took a shower, blow dried my hair, and now im laying on my empty bed, watching highlights and footage from my last game, and i sigh as i reach over at my phone, and i facetime you.

i look at the time, it was 11 pm for me, which meant it was around 5pm for you

when you pick up the phone i smile at seeing your face and i say gently “Hola, amor meu”