serendipity ≫ mario götze

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        It was late by the time Mario left. Don't get me wrong, nothing happened. But it really was late. We actually did order pizza and we made out some more. And watched another movie and we cuddled. But still nothing official. He did not ask me to be his girlfriend, I did not ask him to be my boyfriend. We didn't even talk about that yet. I don't know if it would come, I don't even know if Mario is the type to have a girlfriend. Maybe he is more of a flirt around and have sex with everyone-type of guy. But I doubt that. Mario is genuine and he seems like he is really serious about love and relationships. Mario promised he'd call me when he woke up in the morning. It's June, and almost July and the sun is shining bright and it surprises me that there hasn't been too many days of rain in Germany yet. I have spend here almost an entire month or so and it has only rained for a few days. But it's 2 in the afternoon and Mario still hasn't called me. I'm not obsessive about the calling thing, but I think if you make promises you have to stay true to them.

        An hour later, the phone finally rings and I pick up, nervous to hear his voice again, “Mario?”

        “Lillian, hey, I'm sorry for not calling sooner, but I have a big problem,” Mario says. I sit down, not sure what to expect this problem to be, “I should have told you much sooner, but you know that the World Cup is coming up next month, right?” I do vaguely remember reading something about it, yes, but Mario never mentioned it in the talks we had. Not even last night.

        “I do, yes, have you been selected?” I ask him, not sure how this could be such a major problem.

        “I have, but that was weeks before I met you and we are leaving tonight and I will be gone for some time and,” Mario paused, “I don't know when I will see you again.” You know the feeling that you've just poured your heart out to someone and gave them your everything and opened up to them and then the day after they just rip your heart out like it was nothing. For some reason, tears are starting to form in the corner of my eyes and this hasn't been the first time this happened near Mario. The guy has some kind of ability to make girls cry apparently.

        “Oh,” is all I can say, “It would have been better if you mentioned that a little sooner.”

        “I know and I'm sorry for that,” Mario says and I hear him sigh at the other end of the line.

        “Did it all mean nothing to you?” I ask him, “Are you one of the guys that just goes around getting a girl to have sex with him and then break her heart?” I start to get a little frustrated and annoyed and I don't know what to do.

        “No, I just want you to come with me,” he says. I'm not sure if I heard that correctly.

        “You want me to come with you?” I ask.

        “Yes, not immediately, but yes, I want you to come with me, I want you to be there when I play,” Mario says without taking time to breathe, “I want you.” The butterflies in my stomach start fluttering again and I am in awe. Unsure what to answer.

        “I don't know if that's really a good idea,” I sigh, “We aren't dating in the first place.”

        “Erik is taking one of his best friends as support,” he says in defense.

        “Are you comparing me to a best friend?” I ask, laughing.

        “No, of course not, Lilly,” Mario says, “I'll call you again later, okay? I have to continue packing.” I sigh. It's one of those deep sighs, because I just was enjoying my time with Mario so much, that I actually feel rather bad that he has to leave.