He is funny, have the kind of young soul and play football since he’s 5
Intro
July 19th, 2026.
Spain had just won the World Cup.
The entire stadium celebrated like the world had stopped spinning.
Maybe it had.
Because somehow… yours had.
Pau Cubarsí stood in the middle of thousands of people, a gold medal resting against his chest, a smile painted perfectly for every camera.
But his eyes kept searching for the same face they had been searching for since the day you walked away.
Yours.
He wondered if you were watching.
If you’d smile when he lifted the trophy.
If, just for a second, you’d still feel proud of him.
You did.
From your bedroom, thousands of miles away, you watched him become a World Champion.
Your heart swelled with pride… and shattered at the exact same time.
Because the boy you’d once planned a future with had just lived the biggest moment of his life… without you.
People said time heals everything.
Maybe they were wrong.
Maybe time only taught two people how to miss each other in silence.
He kept orbiting your memory.
You kept orbiting his.
Close enough to feel the gravity.
Too far to find your way home.
And neither of you knew if love was supposed to bring people back together…
…or simply leave them wondering what could’ve been.