Turin - Paulo Dybala
The world hurt.
He was £111 away, according to Google, a price your budget just couldn’t currently stretch to, his face a blur on FaceTime late in the evening. He looked tired, he probably was tired, the match today- his amazing second hat trick of the season a mask that had immediately dropped when faced with you.
Tears had never flowed from his side of the world before, even after three years of living in separate cities, but you watched them now as they trailed silver down his cheeks, his heart aching, wishing you could hold him as he gazed at you through the camera.
“Mi manchi tanto, amore mio,”
“I miss you too,” you said back, heart breaking as he tried to stop his eyes flowing, his long sleeves damp with tears. “Only another month until I’m back.”