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Dear Ellie,

Munich is different.

I don't how to describe the different feeling but it felt different, ya know. I arrived this morning and the moment I've stepped my foot into the airport, my stomach lurched. A huge crowd of paparazzi pulling me for a quick shot and question while another crowd desperately trying to lead me out into the waiting car.

I want to crawl myself back into the plane and told the pilot to fly straight back to Dortmund.

I felt suffocated and helpless and blinded.

Like how we are.

I'm days by days blinded and mesmerized by you. I'm deeper in love with you. And I still can feel my inside suffocating for you; wanting to wrap my arms around you and promised to never hurt you. I've missed you so much and it has been a long time.

It's killing me.

And okay, no pathetic sad story. I've promised you no sad and stupid stories. So, after the airport, we had some press conference where I've met Philipp; the captain and Bastian; the vice. They then introduced me to the rest of my teammates. They are nice and lovely. And oh, Mario couldn't be more happier that I've decided to move here and joined Bayerm. You know, Mario Götze, the one with the chipmunk face, you remember him ?

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(He stared down the letter and laughed. Then he stopped. He stopped when he realized nobody was laughing except for him. He frowned. 'You are being ridiculous, Lew,' He muttered and shook his head. A minute later, he had his pen down and he continued writing.)

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Then, they drove and dropped me off at my new apartment. Yes, I've bought an apartment. You would've like it because it's so simple, warm and comfy. It's small for my taste but somehow I've started to like it. So, 2 bedrooms; one is ours and I'm turning another into guest room, in case your sister, Danielle came to visit us or something. 3 bathrooms, a cosy living room and kitchen.

I love it, Elle. I do.

I used to not understand your concept of dream home.

As long as we together does it matters, where we go it would still be home.

Your voice still echoed in my head, that was the night of our first night together after endless coffee dates and you were so beautiful.

Yes, I don't get it. People would be asking for a huge bungalow with swimming pools and a freaking mini-golf course. Maybe a helipad or something.Maybe a arcade, bowling alley even a huge maze garden (which I found it very irrelevant to have)

And there was you. You little philosophical mind.

Now I've understand.

And it would be too selfish for me to say that I want you here with me when you've made yourself comfortable home in Dortmund. But--

I just wish you are here, El.

I'm tired, Elle. It's 3 am here. I'll come and visit you as soon as possible, maybe the last week of this month or if the management can cut me some slack, every week? Do you like that?

I've missed you.

Love, Lewy.

P/s: I'm scared, I think I might be losing the memories of how you and I'd first met. Do you remember it?

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The pen laid still at the corner of the desk lamp as he folded the letter 4 times and slipped into a white envelope.

Elle Hernandez
4, St. Orlean Street
Dortmund

He stared at the white envelope awhile before turning the lamp off, walking in total darkness where his bed await.

For now, sleep is his lover