57 Reasons to Break Up | Aaron Ramsey

FORTY - EIGHT ::

We argue about the most pettiest of pettiest things, Aaron.

The way how you don't pick a hotel when I travel to your away games with you, especially when you traveled back to Cardiff to play against your old club in 2013 -

Of course you don't remember scoring those two goals like I did: to you, they were just goals, but to me, they were memories I'll always wear with my yellow away jersey, blue collar and the Nike sponsored logo that went long gone: replaced by a cougar leaping in its white thread, sewn onto the seams of the fabric that you sweat in playing a full ninety minutes game.

When I asked you to pick a hotel, I picked the cheapest one to save money - but yet you retaliate by saying that cheap isn't always good, so let's pick something more expensive -

I didn't want that.

You didn't want this.

Then you became frustrated and yelled: "I have the money to pay for it, so just book it like I say so";

And I did.

I booked one room for you: with a king-sized bed, enough for you to roll in twenty times over.

And I,

Booked a room elsewhere - in that cheap hotel.

I remember slamming the Royal Hotel Cardiff Room 205 door right in your face as you were humiliated in front of tourists who couldn't give none to who you were, and Jack Wilshere standing there with wide-eyes at my ill-temper and what you,

Could have possibly done wrong: and oh, dear - there are plenty of things.

I got you a blue tie for your birthday:

We argued about that.

You said you hated blue because it represented a rival team, and that I should've known better to have chosen blue.

You bickered back with "always choose red".

I replied with: "there is nothing wrong with blue"; needless to say, it didn't help calm the argument. It didn't set fire to the rain, it set the fire to rekindle even more. It was like adding wood to a fire that has already burnt out halfway.

You recall those evenings when you'd teach me Welsh, sweetheart?

Those were the perfect evenings where we'd sit together on the couch with a Welsh T.V. show on, and I'd watch it with English subtitles beneath it - and you offered to teach me Welsh one afternoon on our day off,

And it was the happiest moment of my life to hear those unspoken Welsh expressions come out of your mouth like a soft ring to a mother's lullaby.

I was horrible with pronunciation, but you stood by me as a nurturing mother would to its poor newly-hatched baby birds: you'd slowly etch each words, and you made me fall in love with the language that seemed to have thrown letters together in hopes of synchronisation.

Welsh was beautiful from your voice: your angelic, deep tones as you were trying to bring your point across never got me to take my eyes off you, or trying to eavesdrop even if you were speaking in another language that I could not comprehend.

Welsh didn't sound foreign from you at two in the morning when you called your mum over the mobile.

And as you yelled at me in English, I sometimes wish we could bring back the recollection to that same black couch where you were just teaching me how to curse in Welsh, so I could impress Gareth Bale the next time you two trained during international duties.

Even then, it was not my fault to not know your language.

I tried, Aaron.

I really did.

Welsh never sounded the same for me as I traveled to Cardiff alone yesterday.

Welsh will just never sound the same without Aaron Ramsey.

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and believe me, Welsh is beautiful (although I've never tried to speak it, but it sounds amazing to my ears).

the longest chapter so far with 703 words and counting!

please don't forget to message me with your breakup experiences! :-) I'm always open to listen to them, and I'm sorry for not updating!

my father got really ill, and he was in the hospital for a day so I couldn't clone myself to write. Family comes before anything else!

bis bald xo