Anna knew from the first moment she saw Nesta that he was meant to be hers.
When five-year-old Anna first met seven-year-old Nesta, she came running over and grabbed his hand, refusing to let go. Nesta only managed to get away after Anna fell asleep.
At ten, Anna loved sitting in the stands, drawing Nesta as he played soccer while waiting for him to finish so they could walk home together.
At fifteen, Anna witnessed the beginning of Nesta's rise to soar. She quietly wished in her heart that from then on, she would never miss a single one of his matches. She would always, always cheer her childhood sweetheart on.
At eighteen, Anna worked up the courage to confess to her childhood sweetheart, but he turned her down. She didn't lose heart, so she confessed again and again, only to be rejected each time.
At nineteen, Anna finally admitted that Nesta was not hers to claim, and that she shouldn't keep this up. She was going to make herself seem really annoying.
From that day on, Anna stopped showing up in the Lazio stands and stopped appearing in Nesta's line of sight of her own accord.
Nesta was always sharp and quick when it came to eating and playing soccer, yet somehow incredibly slow when it came to matters of the heart. He thought he was just Anna's big brother, but when she really started treating him like one, he regretted it. The regret made his heart ache terribly.
After another match against their local rivals, his teammates teased their young captain. "Captain, how come your little girlfriend hasn't been coming to the matches lately?"
Nesta paused while packing up. "She's not."
His teammate asked, "She's not what?"
"She's not my girlfriend yet. Anna still hasn't forgiven me, and I still haven't gotten her to make things official."
The locker room fell silent for two seconds, then erupted in laughter.
Amid the laughter, Nesta stood firm on his own, his gaze determined. I will earn Anna's forgiveness! I will make things official!
Thesis: Love is a lifelong lesson.
There were no mobile phones at that time😂
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