Youth (NEYMAR JR)

Cinquenta E Seis - Goodbyes hurt.

I was only here for a week, but so damn much had happened.

I was lost for a few long hours, well I got myself lost. He found me and clearly was really mad that night until we came home. That night we had it. We made love to each other and it was my first time, with him. One word to describe how I felt that night with him, loved and safe.

Than the next day we went to the gym and I just watched him train. Let me just say watching him train, was not that bad. After that, in the locker room things went pretty hot. I mean every time I think of it, I can't help but smirk. He still hasn't got me a new shirt.

Than when we came home, things changed. We weren't just friends who have sex and make-out. That day we got into a proper relationship. We both had that happy look when our eyes shined bright with happiness, no matter how cliche it sounds it was sweet. 

The morning later, Bruna came. That's when we got in a fight, a quick and easy fight. I was still upset and clearly angry, but I sort of let go of everything because I wanted to spend my last days before going to back to Brazil with him. So of course I forgive him, and things went back to how they are. Yet, every time I think of how he lied to Bruna that we were just friends I get a bad and upsetting feeling inside me. I think it was obvious that he was lying, and Bruna didn't seem to give a fuck if we were together.  

Basically, this trip has been so damn much I can barely believe all the shit that has happened.

Now, we are at the airport. He's carrying my luggage, wearing all black and hiding his face with shades and snap-back. We are walking our way to the security check, holding his free hand. He constantly plants kisses on my neck, I chuckle and tell him to stop before someone notices Neymar Junior kissing mystery girl.

When we get to the security check, I realize that in a few more hours I won't see him. I won't have him with me. I won't feel his kisses, I won't have him hugging me and saying dirty jokes. I won't be able to annoy him, or touch his muscly ass.

"I guess this is it....I am going to miss you my Forealla" He let's go of my suitcase and I let go of my heavy filled bag. He pulls me into a hug and I just bury my head in the crook of his neck. I can see his "Tudo Passa" tattoo. It's giving me a message that everything will pass and will no longer be like this. But does that mean I won't no longer be with Junior or what?.

I feel tears slip from my eyes and I hate it. I hate crying.

"Baby are you crying?" He cups my cheeks and looks at me straight in the eyes. God, his eyes are so beautiful. 

"Neymar Junior, I am going to miss you" I smile with tears, looking so stupid. I hug him back. His hands go down to my waist, and soon our lips touched.

We stood their kissing. Kissing passionately, and I could just stand here til tomorrow and kiss him.

His lips, his hair, his eyes, his body, his attitude, his humor, just everything was so.....much to me. Oh did I ever think that this boy was gong to be someone I loved. I never imagined me loving him so hard. I always liked him, but I never thought this would happen.

I am going miss how he made love to me.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we would like to inform you that flight to-"

I pull away from the hug, and grab my suitcase and bag.

"I guess I should leave now before I miss the flight" I smile weakly. God I am going to miss him so much.

"Be safe, and don't-" I cut him off.

"Okay okay, I can take care of myself, and don't worry I will call Rafa once I get there" I tell him and cups my cheeks again, before kissing my lips, and the tip of my nose.

We say our goodbyes and I feel like I am going to miss him so much I am going to end up crying once I get in the plane.

Neymar, why couldn't I just stay with him, or at least have enough money to visit him often.