every game you were constantly reminded how truly special i was, on the pitch, for my fans, but they never got the treatment i gave you, the attention to detail, or adoration, none of it compares to you, and it never will

you will always be the one i run, or jog if im sore to, the one i kiss goodnight, and the one i want for the rest of my life

after every game, like clockwork, i was running over to you, scanning the crowd and stands and sidelines for you

today was no different, a friendly against the netherlands, we won, barely, and it showed us how we have to work harder

after my handshakes with the team, i say a few words with some of my teammates, and then my eyes move to scan the sidelines, and i almost turn fully as i look, and then i spot you, and i start to jog towards you, my legs aching but i couldnt feel it yet. when i reached you, my smile softened and i hum as i gently kiss your temple before hugging you “hola, mi amor” i murmur gentle