end up here ≫ marco reus

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From: ELO135@yahooh.com

Sent: Friday, July 20, 2014, 22:34PM

To: MaR1989@hotmails.de

Subject: RE: no subject

I'm slightly curious to find out where we're actually going tomorrow, because you still haven't told me. And I feel like I deserve to know somehow.

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ELOISE

"So we are really going to Japan?" I ask Marco enthusiastically. He nods and shows me the tickets. They really say Japan and they have my name written on it. "But this is only for 5 days, do you have tickets back to Germany?"

"I didn't say we'd only go to Japan, but that you will find out once we're there. First we'll have to check in, and find the right gate," Marco winks and wraps his arm around my waist.

"Well, this is exciting," I exclaim. We walk towards the right gate, that's on the tickets, which took some time to find, since the entire airport was Brazilian and in Portuguese and neither of us spoke the language. Thankfully there were English translations all over the place, but that sometimes didn't really help. In the end, we found the gate, right on time, because boarding would start in around 10 minutes. The flight would also take quite a while, but probably less, than if we would have left from Germany. The past few days were hectic really, Germany did win the world cup and everyone was super excited about it and we celebrated it so much. And the team was so happy that Marco was present somehow. They never expected him to be there. Actually, during the days I spend in Brazil, I got to know Marco a lot better, and he told me everything I wanted to know about him. It were mostly Q and A's during the nights we spent in bed watching TV. We never really went out or anything. We travelled around Brazil, following the team, and we answered each other's questions. And I think I now know the majority of the things that had happened to Marco during his childhood. I also know all about Marco's mishaps after Summer. And about his mishaps before Summer. I told Marco, on the other hand, all about my high school, and about how my friends left me and how they made fun of me. And about my family and my parents, and about my sister, whom I couldn't deal with from time to time.

"I can't wait much longer to tell you where we're going," Marco says, about 2 hours into the flight. I look up from the book I've been reading and he pulls out his earbud.

"Well, tell me, I don't mind knowing now, rather than waiting another few hours," I giggle.

"Well, so we'll be going to Japan first for a couple of days, then I thought it would be fun to visit China, to see the Chinese Wall and such, after that, we are going to Thailand for some surfing on the beach, which I thought would be fun, I mean, I could teach you how to surf, and then we'll go home, or we'll go somewhere else, I haven't book anything else yet," Marco says. My eyes widen with excitement and all I want to do is to wrap my arms around Marco's neck, but considering we're on a plane, where there is limited space, even though we're in business class, where there is a little bit more space. Yet it is still very limited. "You're so quiet, do you like it?"

"I love it! I've always wanted to visit countries outside of Europe, and now I've been in Brazil and it's like a dream, but now I'll be seeing other countries, it's wonderful," I gasp, "I don't think I'll ever be able to repay you."

"You don't have to," Marco says, "I want to share this with you, it's a way to make memories together that we'll be talking about even when we're old and grey." I giggle, really, does he think that?

"I don't know," I say.

"Why not?" Marco raises and eyebrow.

"I feel like there will be many other trips that will follow this one, besides that, do you think you will play with Dortmund for the rest of your career?" I ask him. He looks at me and smiles.

"I don't know, I guess we'll see, you'll travel with me to wherever I go, right?" Marco asks.

"Naturally," I say and I turn back to my book that I started yesterday. I must admit that it wasn't too interesting and it would have been nicer to stare at Marco's face for the entirety of the flight, but I brought a book instead. Just not to creep him out. I caught him staring at me though, several times in the past 2 hours, which was actually kind of funny, because he would look away by the time I caught him. And then I'd giggle just a little.

From: MaR1989@hotmails.de

Sent: Thursday, July 31, 2014, 22:34PM

To: ELO135@yahooh.com

Subject: RE: no subject

Okay, so how long exactly have we been dating now? Like a month and something more? Or are we counting from the first email because in that case we've been dating for 6 months or so. So you pick!

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MARCO

"Eloise! You actually have to keep standing up on your feet you know," I shout at my girlfriend who's trying to surf, but keeps falling down in the water. By the time she walks out of the water she glares at me.

"It's not like I don't know that myself, Marco," she says to me, "Why don't you try, it's not like it's easy or something."

"Of course it's easy, even I can do it," I say and wrap my arm around her waist. She looks very adorable in her bathing suit. I told her she surely has the body to wear a bikini, but she felt too uncomfortable to wear one, so she's wearing this nice black bathing suit, with a low back, which makes it look more sexy than sporty.

"Show me," Eloise challenges me.

"Not today," I tell her, "I don't want to bring you in embarrassment."

"Wow," Eloise exclaims, "You're extremely cocky, aren't you?"

"Sometimes, dear," I say chuckling. We decide to go back to the hotel for a bit, to rest at the pool there. Besides that, the temperatures here in Thailand are extremely high, so we want to relax under the umbrellas. We walk through the sand on the beaches, not wearing shoes, because that would be so useless now. The sun is burning on my skin and Eloise, who is super pale, and only burns in the sun, is wearing a large hat, so her face wouldn't get red.

"I was googling you today, and apparently I'm on the internet now," Eloise grinned when she entered the hotel room and threw her purse on the bed.

"The question is, why were you googling me in the first place?" I laugh.

"I wanted to know, if they made snaps of us in Japan or here on the beach," Eloise tells me, "I was more like googling myself, rather than googling you." She sits down and gets rid of her sandals, that she only started wearing when we neared the hotel.

"Wow," I exclaim, "Just wow. Do I look nice on the pictures though?"

"You look decent, you look better in real life," Eloise says and lies down on her back. She seemed tired, after not sleeping too much last night. We talked about her summer holiday with her parents back when she was younger. The stories were nice to hear, even though I could only imagine very little. She's promised me we'd go there one day, but who knows, we have to make our own memories too. My leg has been doing better, and I have been surfing a little here and there, which wasn't really the plan, but at least, I can walk better now. Once we're back in Germany, which is probably going to be in about a week, I'll move again how my physical therapist wants me to move, and I'll do trainings and I'll do anything they want, but now it's my time to relax and not worry about my leg and such. This holiday was to get to know Eloise better, and to make memories together. This was the beginning of - hopefully - forever.

THE END