Dear Diary...
...It's been a difficult few weeks. The end of the season is soon, and the championship still isn't decided. I feel stressed almost all the time, with all the people expecting me to win.
I love my fans, the people at the factory, my team, but there are so many people expecting me to take home the big trophy that I just feel scared.
It's the worst, considering I need to be in my best shape for the last few races.
Las Vegas really scared me. I felt good during the race, that I'd done a good job and secured another few crucial points. But when I got the news of the disqualification, my heart sank to the ground.
The measurement was off by less than the width of a hair. How is that even an infringement anyway?!
Anyway, the only thing that has been keeping me from breaking down altogether is Y/n.
Sweet Y/n.
Who has been coming to every single race since the summer, no matter how stressful work is for her. Y/n, who makes time for fans who come to talk to her, no matter what she's currently doing.
I saw her be approached by a toddler wearing one of my racing suits the other day, and she hugged him like he was her own nephew. The kid's parents had the biggest smiles, but hers was the biggest.
I watched from the window of the garage, and my heart was pounding. I was smiling like an idiot. In that moment, which was actually a team briefing, I forgot everything about the championship.
She was the only thing on my mind. I watched her as she waved goodbye to the boy and placed a hand on her chest. The sigh she made represented a sound I knew all too well, even though I couldn't hear her through the window.
As she walked into the garage, I excused myself from the briefing as soon as I possibly could and ran to my private room, where she was patiently waiting, working on her laptop.
I kid you not, I slammed the door open so hard I actually scared Y/n. She jumped, but immediately laughed as she saw it was me who was madly running into the room.
The laugh set my heart on fire, and I couldn't help but grab her face and press my lips against hers. She was thrown off for a second, unsure of this rapid movement, but I think I can say she enjoyed it.
"What's wrong? Why are you so agitated?" she chuckled, but I only shook my head and stared into her eyes.
The only words I could bring myself to say in that moment were the only words I'd ever have to say to her:
"I love you."
Her eyes sparkled, Y/n smiled. Her hands wandered up to the back of my neck, to my hair.
I honestly don't know how women learn that. But they somehow have the power to fully control a man when they caress the back of their neck.
And Y/n is no exception.
She lets her fingers wander through my hair as she speaks to me:
"I love you more than the sun loves the moon."
I grin. I love her words, her poetic interpretation of the world. How a glass of water isn't just filled with water, but with life-sustaining, translucent liquid.
She once spent over an hour reading to me from a book she was reading and it was beyond phenomenal.
I pull her into a hug and rest my head on hers. I close my eyes, taking a deep breath.
That's the most peace I've felt in a really long time.
That's what Y/n does.
That's what she means to me.
Anyway, she's waiting for me to go to dinner, so,
ciao!
***
Happy 1st of December!
One more race to go! But many more of these sweet diary entries to come.
Hope you're all well!
x
Brooke
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