dear my love,
i'm so sorry it had to end like this. i wish my young naïve self would have admitted my feelings towards you and then we would have been together forever, with a happy ending.
you got yours with jonah but i'm still searching for my own happy ending which is why i've decided to move back to spain. a small town, berga, in catalonia is calling my name.
i don't want to be david de gea; manchester united's famous goalie any longer, i just want to be david de gea; a normal guy and a great father to his son, valentino.
if you ever need anything teelee, i'll be here forever and always. i can't move on from you, so i'll be here waiting. it's fine if you don't want me, i wouldn't want me either after all that i put you though.
but you taught me a valuable lesson, which is to never be afraid of anything, because fear, teelee, can stop you from making some of the best decisions of your life, like it did with mine.
i hope to see you and valentino soon.
all my love, david.
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her tears dripped onto the crumpled
sheet of white paper, he was gone.
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nefelibata | de gea
Poetry(n) lit. "cloud walker"; one who lives in the clouds of their own imagination or dreams, or one who does not obey the conventions of society, literature, or art. - in which the feelings of a dreamer are dismissed by manchester united's goalkeeper. [...
