"Love," Lars said as he was sitting on the couch beside his girlfriend. "What is it?" She replied, quickly glancing over at him before turning her attention back to the TV. "You seem so sad lately. Did I do something wrong?" He asked, making her look at him again. "Why do you think I'm sad?" She questioned, trying to smile, but failing miserably. "I haven't seen your beautiful smile in days," The footballer stated, frowning slightly. "You can always tell me if it was something I did, that makes you sad," He ensured her, but she shook her head again before placing a kiss on his cheek. "I'm not sad," She stated, missing the last opportunity to finally tell him the truth.
