Just Because of Soccer
What will you do to keep someone who causes you nothing but pain? When no matter how much you push him away from you, your own roads simply lead you back to him? I've known the boy in years.
We grew together and shared our best interests with.
We were together since childhood.
Once he insisted me to play with him when we were ten.
The game was football and I never had any slightest idea on how to play such.
But he cursed me then as I disagree to play the game.
Since he was my best friend, I was pushed to join instead- afraid that he would think less of me and dislike me forever.
So I played with the opponent as a goal keeper.
Until the most unexpected incident happened when I was terribly hurt by his strongest kick ever.
Blood relentless flowed down from my nose and definitely damaged my nostrils.
I can just remember the impending pain that caused me to lose my consciousness then.
So I was rushed to the hospital for a medical treatment.
From then on, I was being banned by my parents to even see him.
It even made me hate soccer for such sake.
Thus we had our separate lives as we went to high school.
We went to different schools so as we won't be seeing each other.
Yet ironic as it was, there was never a day that we couldn't meet each other still because he continuously played the game that I hated.
Moreover, he had his daily practice in my school's ball field.
What more can I say? The world was definitely small for the two of us.
Years passed and we remained dull and distant.
He was still a soccer player and I became a nurse.
Never thinking that one day, the game that made me away from him from the beginning had become the game that brought me back to him again.
I was hired by a certain company which was organizing a sports festival to be the medical head to do emergency care for the injured athletes.
This time around, I was nursing him because he was also hit by the soccer ball over his eyes.
I had no choice but to speak with him as I treated him and rushed him to the hospital.
To my surprise, the feeling of being concerned back to him exuded my emotions.
I never left him behind until the treatment was over.
Surprisingly the next day, he was on my doorstep with bouquet of flowers, inviting me over for a dinner.
During dinner, we had much fun drinking wine while watching the latest season for the Premiere League.
Isn't it interesting how our love affair had greatly been influenced by soccer that even during our first date, I learned to like the game as we cheered for his favorite team in the Premiere League? Until the present, we burn midnight candles together watching the latest season of his favorite football competition.
This is seemingly our bonding moment.
This is our confession for a love rose just because of soccer.
We grew together and shared our best interests with.
We were together since childhood.
Once he insisted me to play with him when we were ten.
The game was football and I never had any slightest idea on how to play such.
But he cursed me then as I disagree to play the game.
Since he was my best friend, I was pushed to join instead- afraid that he would think less of me and dislike me forever.
So I played with the opponent as a goal keeper.
Until the most unexpected incident happened when I was terribly hurt by his strongest kick ever.
Blood relentless flowed down from my nose and definitely damaged my nostrils.
I can just remember the impending pain that caused me to lose my consciousness then.
So I was rushed to the hospital for a medical treatment.
From then on, I was being banned by my parents to even see him.
It even made me hate soccer for such sake.
Thus we had our separate lives as we went to high school.
We went to different schools so as we won't be seeing each other.
Yet ironic as it was, there was never a day that we couldn't meet each other still because he continuously played the game that I hated.
Moreover, he had his daily practice in my school's ball field.
What more can I say? The world was definitely small for the two of us.
Years passed and we remained dull and distant.
He was still a soccer player and I became a nurse.
Never thinking that one day, the game that made me away from him from the beginning had become the game that brought me back to him again.
I was hired by a certain company which was organizing a sports festival to be the medical head to do emergency care for the injured athletes.
This time around, I was nursing him because he was also hit by the soccer ball over his eyes.
I had no choice but to speak with him as I treated him and rushed him to the hospital.
To my surprise, the feeling of being concerned back to him exuded my emotions.
I never left him behind until the treatment was over.
Surprisingly the next day, he was on my doorstep with bouquet of flowers, inviting me over for a dinner.
During dinner, we had much fun drinking wine while watching the latest season for the Premiere League.
Isn't it interesting how our love affair had greatly been influenced by soccer that even during our first date, I learned to like the game as we cheered for his favorite team in the Premiere League? Until the present, we burn midnight candles together watching the latest season of his favorite football competition.
This is seemingly our bonding moment.
This is our confession for a love rose just because of soccer.
