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You are a painter, you love painting.
I am a footballer, I love football.You never force me to paint or go to your art galleries or auction galas.
You respected the fact that I wasn't in to art as much as you.
You went to my matches and cheered me on even though you hate loud crowds.But did I treat you the same way? No.
I always drag you to football practices when you had so much work to do.
I forced you to learn football even though I knew you were not the slightest bit interested.
I would invite my teammates over for fifa even when you said you needed peace and quiet to do your art piece.I'm sorry.
I guess I was too football oriented, as you would say. I was too caught up with what I liked that I hadn't taken your likes and dislikes to consideration.
I'm sorry, liebe.
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Losing You || marco reus [completed]
Fanfiction> in which he loses her along the way of reaching his dream. ---