Football One Shots

Dearest May (Franck Ribery)

Dearest May,

I cannot stop thinking about you. Your face keeps flashing before my eyes; it's funny how well I recognize your features, like how shiny your hair is and how short you are - it's as if your picture has been etched into my mind. Maybe this is just one of these lonely nights where I start questioning my existence and act depressed. Yeah, that's it. My life is so poorly hilarious, like my jokes, May. You used to criticize me about that often, right?

May, remember the day we parted? I felt ever so miserable. You walked away just like that - by a blink of an eye you had faded like all the other girls. That may sound cliche, but I'd never found anyone like you. In fact, you were so perfect you became my expectation. I had to find someone exactly like you. Someone similar was arduous enough. Oh hey, they're a model with azure blue eyes and golden luscious locks - but they're not five foot three with enigmatic brown eyes and dark hair. People told me to move on and let go. I did try.

I know you suffered because of me. I know I've cut scars bigger than the one on my face - joke - and I'm deeply, terribly sorry. Nonetheless, will you forgive me? I'm not asking you to forget those dreadful memories, but I'm asking you to forgive my atrocious actions. Why? I promise you, I've been meticulously working to change. I've zoomed in at every detail of fault and I've tried to fix it, somehow. You always tell me "A heart is never broken, it's just not fixed yet", remember? I've been looking at every bright side that my sunglasses have been burned.

I want you to remember a moment you shared with me that you were truly, fully happy. As for me, I'm always feeling grateful whenever I stand beside you, but my absolute favorite moment was when we first kissed. I had to bend down to reach your lips, but it was nothing compared to the rush of blood flowing in my veins. I was flying on air and my stomach was doing somersaults. I felt amazing, May, and boy are you a good kisser. I blush at this memory sometimes, but it never fails to make my day brighter.

Or even the day we babysat Angie's children. It made me think much about our future, if we were going to have children. You love children, you've always said so, and it would be just the best to raise children with you.

May, you're the only woman I imagine my life with. Your face always appears when I think of my happy ending. It's always May this, May that - I don't think I've ever replaced the sighting of you. I'm glad you haven't replaced me yet, because I'm not that deserving of you. You don't deserve me; you deserve a charming man that will sweep your feet. It blows my mind in so many ways that I am that charming man that will sweep your feet because I can't even tie a tie properly.

May, you've made my life better in so many ways I can't even explain; words are not able to define this feeling I hold. I am, yes, very thankful. Thank you.

Much love,

Franck.

P.S. This is a mess.