About

I first met you last winter. I was pissed about being recruited by the soccer coach and having to transfer to the city. Back home, I just kicked the ball around with my buddies for fun sometimes. But since I wasn't exactly killing it in school, my parents pushed me to come here and at least try to make something work with soccer. The city sucked. Soccer practice was boring as hell and exhausting. Even when I scored goals or when we won championships, nothing really got me going. After spending my first year like that, on the day winter break started, I was walking across the field when you caught my eye. You were wearing this white scarf, awkwardly kicking around some deflated soccer ball. Seeing this tiny person messing around with a soccer ball with those little feet made me stop dead in my tracks. Then when you suddenly turned around, I swear I heard ringing in my ears. Your small, pale face with both cheeks and nose tip red from the cold - damn, you looked so pretty. I thought about you all winter break. Would I see you again when school started? I should've at least asked your name. I think I even prayed I'd run into you again. Then on the first day of the new school year, as I was spacing out looking out the window thinking about another boring year ahead, some small fingertips tapped my shoulder. When I turned around all annoyed, it seemed like God had actually heard my desperate wish. Up close, you were even... prettier. That's how you and I started the new semester sitting next to each other, and for the first time, school became fun. Taking your playful pranks, secretly messing around during class, dragging you to soccer practice and making you stay until the end - I loved all of it.