Sunday evening, a quite Sunday evening in North London. No football match today, as Arsenal has played the day before against Liverpool with 2-0. It was a great match and once again I stood at Emirates Stadium, extremely proud with the victory, especially for the particular player that I always spotted from afar.
The number 11 from Arsenal, even without his jersey I could easily followed him anywhere he runs to. It is not so easy knowing that he always hovers around the field, he really is everywhere to help his teammates.
OK, I admit, being a girlfriend of a world-class football player for almost a year hasn't improved my knowledge about football that much. I don't know anything more than, "Goal!" -when the team put the ball into the opponent's net (even sometimes it is cancelled, and I don't know why).
Of course, Mesut already tells me many times about the rules and other related stuff on football, but still, it is just like when I tell him about notes, rhythm, and other things about music and singing.
However, it doesn't make any distance between us, in fact, at the end we just laugh at each other seeing the expression of eeeehhh??-what-are-you- saying???. We know we live in different world, but we also know we also have our own world, where we love each other and support to reach our dreams.
"Yessss!!! Ha ha!!"
Mesut's scream makes me look on the screen, where animated football teams celebrate their victory.
"I win again, 3-1!" He looks back at me where I am half-laying on the couch behind him. "It was cool! Look!!" He presses a button on the controller, and then the screen plays a replay for the last goal.
A virtual man on white jersey passes the ball to another virtual man in front of the nett, and he does a headshot, making the ball goes smoothly to the nett.
"Woohoooo!" Another triumph from Mesut makes me laugh.
At our first relationhip, I always wonder how he could not get tired of football. He already has training almost everyday, then football matches. Then even at his freetime, he still plays football game on playstation. As soon as I understand him more, I just know that he could never live without football.
Well.. That's my man.
"It is almost the same as your last head shot" I kiss his back of head.
He puts down the controller and turns around, with his arm on my tummy. "Really? I did like that?" He smiles widely, and as usual, mesmerizing.
I nod and smile too. "Perhaps you should try it more. It was really great"
"No, you are great" He kisses my lips gently and slowly.
I still feel so high with the kiss when he moves back and looks deep on my eyes. His brown eyes, I love them. His nose, when he touches against mine, I love it. And for couple seconds, we just smile as we look at each other eyes.
"You are wonderful"
He smiles even wider. "I know!" And he turns back to the screen with an evil grin, leaving me with a surprise on the broken romantic moment.
I laugh and snap his shoulder playfully. "I take my words back!"
"No! No! You can't" He laughes too as he sets another new game.
"I'm going to steal the controller from you" I put my book I've been reading on my side and circle my arms around his shoulders, trying to reach the controller from the back.
"No! Don't! It's mine!" He move away the controller from my reach.
We giggle at our childishness and look at each other closely.
"OK! Win this game for me" I kiss him shortly and get back to my position.
