Neymar

At first, it was just casual. You didn't know much about football, just the big names, the World Cup, and the drama that came with it. Of course, you knew Neymar Jr. Mostly because of the headlines, not the goals. More scandal than skill, if you were being honest. When you saw him at the Monaco GP, it surprised you, how often your eyes found him in the pit lane. Every two minutes, you were stealing glances. You didn't speak during qualifying. But on race day, Lewis introduced you. A brief moment, a handshake, a smile. And that same night, you ended up in his hotel room. It was nothing. Just a story for your friends. A fun anecdote, because not every girl gets to sleep with one of the most famous footballers in the world. Then came the second time, unexpected, in Brazil. A party. A familiar spark. Still nothing serious. Neymar was, after all, the most unserious man you knew. Three children, three different women, it wasn't yo thing. But then came the third time. The one where you exchanged numbers, "just in case." Now it's been a year. A year of late-night texts, of secret kisses and quiet moments. A year of not knowing what this is, but knowing how it makes you feel. And somehow, somewhere along the way, you started missing him. Needing him. Craving his reassurance.