Not bragging but he looked right at me so 💁🏻♀️
My luck at trying to see Messi varies. He came with Argentina to NJ once and I went in 2015 but he was hurt and didn’t play. I flew to a Copa game in California in 2016 and he was hurt and didn’t play. Then in 2017 he came to NJ again for a Barcelona summer tour so I got to see him play a half but realized I was gonna have to fly to Barcelona if I really wanted to see him lol. So later that year I went and he got hurt about 52 minutes in.
I was sure I was jinxed 😂
I flew to Barcelona again, this time w @ciiromessi and @purpleyulin and FINALLY got to see him play a full game and even score a goal against Atletico which 🤯
The Paris years aren’t worth mentioning lol
Figured I would have to fly to Miami to see him again but wouldn’t you know it the semi finals for the league cup were in Philadelphia 🙌🏼
I won’t tell you how much I paid for these tickets but it was worth every penny to see him play again 💕
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Victoria ♥︎
Hey guys! This is my first time writing something for other people to read, so forgive me if it's not that good lol. Also, English is not my first language, so I might have made some mistakes! Hope you enjoy it anyways ❤
You could still feel your ears ringing. Your heart pounding at such an abnormal rhythm, you feared it might stop. Your vision blurred, hands shaking. The feeling that the world around you had become static. You didn't even realize yourself running, pushing through the crowd, only fully regaining your consciousness when you found yourself firmly embraced between your husband's arms. There, you finally broke down, a messy mix of sobs and giggles shared between the two of you. Those were the happiest tears of your entire life. You remember gently holding his face and trying to kiss him while smiling as wide as humanly possible. "We did it, amor." It all seemed like a dream.
But it wasn't, and you couldnt me any more glad. Nor proud. And you made a point of repeating it over and over again as you both finally found each other alone that very day, and over and over again, many times after that. You knew it, you did. From the moment he was called up.
It had been about a week since the finals, but you were still absolutely stuck on cloud 9. All of them were. And even there, lying beside you, the golden glove resting on his bedside table, Emiliano still seemed almost incredulous. "You're the best goalkeeper we've ever had, mi vida. They had no chance." You said, not for the first time, untangling your hand from the man's messy hair to gently wipe the corner of his eyes. "I missed you to death." He whispered, going back to burying his face in the crook of your neck.
For a few days, you spent most of the time just like that, laying on your bed, holding each other. Your husband was pushed to the edge of exhaustion during the WC, and he was not only physically but also and especially mentally drained, so you allowed him to snuggle against your chest, as you gently stroked his locks or traced random patterns across the length of his back.
When Emiliano finally felt he could stand up without every single muscle in his body harshly protesting, the first thing he did was ask you on a date.
He got up early that morning, made a simple but well-prepared breakfast, and even recited a small speech. "I've been so busy this year, I've barely had time to court my beautiful wife. So, from now on, I don't have anytime for anyone or anything but you" You chuckled, trying to pretend like you didn't love how cheesy it was and failing miserably. "Te amo" He pulled you by your waist, gently placing his lips against yours. "Sal a cenar comigo esta noche, si, princesa?" And you said yes, of course you did, because God forbid you deny him such a pleading.
The night started with the two of you getting ready together. You'd go back and forth within your room, making sure your makeup looked perfect and, occasionally, bumping into Emi, who would steal a kiss from you every single time, despite all your protests about him smearing your lipstick. He knew you loved it. And love it you did.
Moments later, you walked side by side to the car. Your husband opened the door for you, as he always did without fail, and walked over to the driver's side. He held your hand tightly throughout the whole ride, leaving small kisses to the back of it every now and then.
You figured he had thought of some special place to take you, knowing him, somewhere nice and elegant but not too over the top. But It really took you by surprise when he held out his hand for you to get out of the car and your eyes fell right on the restaurant where you two had your first real date. God, you didn't even know that place still existed, but there it was, and looking just as beautiful as the first time. It was not very decorated or luxurious, in fact, quite the contrary.
It was a small restaurant, on a small street. A cozy place like very few others, with a small piano placed on a corner, from where you could hear La vie en rosé being impeccably played. Once again, you found yourself on the verge of tears, except, this time, you allowed them to flow freely. "My God, you can't be real." You sighed, looking up at the man you so wisely chose to love. "Do you remember? I was so nervous I couldn't stop talking, barely touched the food." He said, both of you laughing in light of such sweet memory.
Dinner was amazing, and you couldn't have expected anything different. You sat next to each other and ate your meals in between laughs, sips of wine and a few quick kisses, here and there. Emiliano did not forget to greet and thank the owner of the establishment, and old lady who earnestly asked you to pose for a photo, which would be placed next to the one already lying on the wall, from all those years ago and, of course, you did very gladly.
After the most romantic dinner you could have dreamed of, he took you for a quick walk along the orla, just because he knows you're absolutely in love with the Sea. There, you rested on the cool sand and talked, while finishing your bottle of wine, to the sound of the waves and under the moonlight. You still wonder how you got so lucky.
The magical night ended with the two of you heading home in a taxi, both half drunk and as madly in love as you'd ever been.
Later, when you were already in your nightgown and your husband already in his probably nothing, under the covers, you leaned over to kiss him yet one more time. God knows you could never get tired of those lips. His warm hands slowly roaming all over you, tracing every curve of your body, almost as if he was trying to memorize them. "Te amo, Emi. Mi cariño, mi campeón." You whispered, feeling him smile into the kiss "Eres mi maior victoria."
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