Im driving in my car, heading to neymars house, he had our two sons for the weekend, and now its Sunday afternoon, so im going over to pick them up, to have them for the week.
Neymar and I split up a while ago, but I still love him so much, and my only dream I can imagine is the four of us, being a family together, having dinner together and living In the same home, being able to fall asleep with neymar next to me. Life would just be complete if I had him by my side again, but Im not sure if he feels the same.
I arrive at neymars mansion, I park my car and knock on the front door. A couple seconds later, a shirtless neymar opens it, a slight smile on his face. I catch myself getting distracted, my eyes stuck on his gorgeous figure, I quickly look back at him, smiling, "hey" he says, opening the door wider, letting me come inside. "hi" I say, "how was your weekend?" he asks me, I nod, "it was good" I lie, I did absolutely nothing. "how was yours?" I ask. "good, we just mostly chilled here" he says. I put my bag down and awkwardly stand there.
"where are the boys?" I ask, not hearing the usual commotion the pair cause. "uhh im not too sure, I think they're upstairs," he says walking upstairs to go find them. I follow closely behind, observing his familiar house as I walk through it.
We find the pair of them napping on neymars big bed, both of them barely take up one side. I sit down on the bed, softly stroking one of my sons hair, smoothly pushing it back, smiling at the sight of them peacefully sleeping. I look to the bedside table, and notice a frame.
In the frame, its a picture of the four of us. It was just after we had our second son, before we split up, the picture was taken on Christmas, neymar holding our youngest on his hip, his other arms tightly wrapped around my shoulder, pulling me into his other side, my oldest son standing next to me aswell, his head resting on my shoulder.
Ive been staring at this photo for a couple minutes, a sad smile on my face, my thoughts are interrupted when I her a voice behind me, "thats my favourite photo" I hear neymar say, I turn around and hes leaning against the door frame.
I feel nostalgia and also pain as I remember how happy I was, before things broke down. I feel a single tear fall out of my eye, I quickly wipe it away. I see next to the family photo, is another frame, I pick it up.
The frame is a bit smaller, but its a photo of just me and neymar. It was when we had just started dating, we were so happy, and young. The picture was taken when we went out at a fancy restaurant one night for a date, I can still see the shine in my eyes as im looking at neymar in the photo, a bright smile on my face, that smile that has now faded.
Why did he still keep this photo? I wonder does he ever look at it sometimes? Think about us?
I place the photo down and stand up, walking past neymar and leaving the room. I make my way downstairs before I get emotional again, the wave of sadness and heartbreak is getting too much to bear. I take a seat at the kitchen counter, my face buried in my hands as the thoughts fill my mind. Suddenly, I hear neymar walk down the stairs quietly, trying not to wake the boys, I hear his footsteps getting closer.
I then feel a warm hand on my thigh, I look up, and see him sitting next to me, looking into my eyes. "what happened to us mi amor?" he asks softly, with confusion and pain in his voice.
"what do you mean?" I ask.
"we were so happy, and so in love, and then we just gave up over nothing" his hand slides into mine, as his thumb softly rubs circles on my skin.
"I dont know, maybe it just wasnt meant to be" I say choking up, holding the tears back as hard as I can.
"thats bullshit y/n, ill never find love again like I did with you, please, I just need to know, do you still love me?" he asks, looking deeply into my eyes. His voice has so much passion, and Ive been dying to hear him say those words to me.
"neymar, I never stopped loving you, you were my happiness, and I dont feel complete without you" I finally let the tears roll down my cheeks, which neymars hand smoothly wipes away.
He stands up and takes a step closer, his hand reaches mine and pulls me up. His arms wrap around my waist pulling me into him, mine are around his neck, and he finally leans in, our lips crash onto each others, finding their sync again, they move in perfect harmony, I feel our souls connect again.
After a while, he pulls away for a break, he rests his head against mine, "ive missed you" he whispers.
"I miss you too" I say, leaning in and connecting our lips again.
