A black hole is a spatial anomaly with a gravitational pull from which no light can escape. It is also the perfect analogy for my life right now. I try my hardest and do everything I can to make him happy, but nothing is good enough to escape the gravitational pull of my despair. I think he’s going to leave me … on the bench.
Vincent has been with me for years. We used to be so happy together. I would score. He would celebrate. I would get another tattoo in a questionable MS Word font. It would say the name of one of my children, but Vincent would know it was really for him.
We used to laugh and skip across Europe, smiling with one another, qualifying for tournaments. Sweeping all before us. Holding hands and thrilling one another. It was a magical time. Then we took a vacation to South Africa two years ago. We tried to do everything the same way, but it just wasn’t the same.
I… I … don’t know what I can do. I won a cup, right? Isn’t that good enough for you? Doesn’t that prove that I’m still the same old Fernando? But no, he wants other, newer, more exciting strikers, who score goals. I can’t believe Vincent could be so superficial. What about my runs into space? What about my pouty face? What about that time 3 years ago that I used to be good?! ARE GOALS ALL YOU WANT FROM ME?!
I’m sorry Vincent, please don’t be mad. I just want to start. I just want to play. I just want to escape this gravitational pull of despair. I just want to be together…. with you, Vincent. In Eastern Europe. Just me and you, together. Like it used to be.