You and Max were dating for almost half a year, and you thought about how different your life is thanks to him. The summer before him, you believed that love was Shakespearean - more or less a painful experience. Only ever real if you're delirious, but then he came into your world and turned everything upside down.
You still remember when you saw him for the first time. It was back in your homeland. You got tickets for the Italian Grand Prix as a present for your 18th birthday. You happened to be close to him when someone approached him and began to speak Italian to him. The panic in Max's eyes was amusing to you. He was searching around for someone who would help him, and then your eyes met. You helped him to interact with a couple of Italian fans who didn't know much of English and wanted to meet their hero.
You read about girls who had a crush on him, but you never understood it until he was standing in front of you.
The chocolate-brown hair was hidden under the Red Bull cap as always. He didn't seem to take it off so often, only during the celebrations on the podium. Then you saw his messy hair that made you want to tangle your fingers in it. To mess it up even more and then calm it down again. His eyebrows were thick and dark, furrowing together in utter concentration during serious conversations. His eyes were a mixture of ocean blue, emerald green and stormy grey. But the most delightful thing was his smile. It reminded you of sunrise upon Tuscany when the dimples showed up on his face, laughing wrinkles visible. So adorable. His laugh was like a song that you would listen to forever. He smelled fresh, minty, a bit musk at the same time.
He was messy, chaotic, and hard to handle. Always so easily distracted, and when he was in the room, it was full of him. And yet, his presence was so soothing. He reminded you of late nights when you'd go outside to watch stars.
He reminded you so much of your favourite song that you could sing along to for hours without noticing. He made you want to dance. He made you feel happy. He somehow felt like home.
But you weren't any better. You didn't believe in true love, and you tend to think that love always has to be painful, but he got you changing all of it.
Now, you were one of those cliché couples. You kissed each other on top of the Eiffel tower, and you were holding hands while watching the sunset on the beach.
You always despised those sweet couples who couldn't be without each other, but there you were - completely falling for Max Verstappen, who was currently standing in front of you with a bouquet of flowers in his hands.
"Are we celebrating something?" You asked him confusedly.
"Yeah, we are," he said, and you slowly started to panic that you forget about your anniversary or something else. "We are celebrating the fact that I have such an amazing girlfriend."
"You're so cliché, Max," you notified him of that fact, but he didn't mind it in the slightest. He loved the fact that he could be all goofy and needy around you. You were his safe place.
"I know, but our whole relationship is a cliché. I fell for a girl at first sight, and then I nervously asked her to go out with me. I don't even get why you said yes. I would run away if I were you." Max laughed. He was so awful at courtship. He was always so straightforward and not original when it came to dating, but you didn't mind it.
"Then it's good that you're not me because it would be a really stupid decision to make." Max sometimes had a feeling that he's not good enough for you. He felt guilty that he wasn't with you that often, but it was something you accepted because you saw how much he loved his work. You couldn't even get angry at him because of this because he came to you after every race, and you two spend the entire evening cuddling and watching Netflix. He was doing so much to keep you happy, and he was successful every single time.
Maybe he was sometimes hard to handle or messy. There were times when you thought this isn't worth it until the next time when it was. He always found a way to make things right and make you feel loved, and you did the same. Certainly, you weren't perfect, but you were for sure perfect for each other.
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