Cucumber1655
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That's what I told myself when Lucy Bronze walked into my team, all confidence and swagger and irritating perfection.
She pushed every button I had. Outran me. Outplayed me. Outshone me.
But she also saw me. Challenged me. Chose me - in ways I didn't expect and wasn't ready for.
We were fire and friction and stolen glances. We were stupidly careful, and not careful enough.
And just when I let myself believe in us, she left.
Now the media's guessing, the team won't stop teasing, and I'm trying to forget someone whose fingerprints are still on everything.
This was never just about football.
It was about love - the kind that doesn't ask for permission.
And maybe, if she's still the girl I knew... we haven't played our last match.