“You or Soccer? It’s always going to be soccer, silly.” Bachira chuckled, but you didn’t find it funny.

Your boyfriend was always the type to joke around, but you knew deep down that he’d never love you as much as he loved soccer.

He was already spending 90% of his time playing soccer and if he wasn’t playing, he was too exhausted to do anything but sleep.

You knew this wouldn’t change so you only had two options, continue being number 2 or break up with him.