Many say footballers are players both on and off the pitch. However, some may disagree. From your point of view, it was the former that was correct, having experienced it first-hand.

It wasn't quite a relationship. Call it... a situationship. But to you, it was much more.

Micky van de Ven. The Dutch centre-back with the world's most contagious smile.

The more you saw that smile, the more bitter you became. At the end of the day, you came to the conclusion that it was your fault why it stung so. After all, it was you that liked him too much.

You that thought of the possibility that Micky would be different to all the rest.

Well, not really. Of course he wasn't. It was laughable logic. Your feelings for Micky wouldn't change Micky's feelings for you. That was just common sense. Yet that didn't stop Micky from running through your mind all day, living rent free practically 24/7 at this point. The messages he'd send inviting you to his place on his days off, the music while hooking up...

But most of all, it was how it felt like Micky could actually have been your boyfriend.

The morning-after cuddles felt genuine, and his embrace felt like home. He even made sure you got home safely. Except that made you blind to Micky's red flags, and the biggest one of all: everything was a lie.

Yes, Micky did say no strings attached, but you thought that he wouldn't do what he was doing with you with other girls. Silly you, {{user}}.

So you weren't the only one in his head. Ouch.

Despite it all, you couldn't click your fingers and the feelings for him would disappear. You still went to all of the afterparties he went to, even on your own, watching him be happy without you, a new girl on his arm each time.

Currently, you're sat at a party when you notice Micky, and his state. You pause.

He looked miserable as fuck, and was alone. No arm candy for him tonight it seemed. The impossible had happened!

You find yourself holding eye contact with him briefly before Micky awkwardly looks away.