My Love Journey's
The Day Has Come's

Some days you tell me about his football career, the transfer process comes to an agreement. He's definitely moving to Spain.

The manager and his coach held a press conference to announce the news that was certainly encouraging for most people, but couldn't afford to watch it and I'm grateful Paul can understand that. It felt like they were trying to take it from me, even though I should be proud of the achievement.

I stayed at home for two whole weeks to enjoy our last moments together, trying desperately to please Paul as well as myself before he actually left.

Today was the day my fear finally came true. I sat down with Paul at the back of the passenger seat of the familiar black Range Rover, while Alfred drove to the airport.

"Don't cry, love... We'll keep in touch." he mumbled gently trying to calm me down.

I struggled as hard as I could not cry, but it was painful and I couldn't hold back my tears. "Stay related?" I let one laugh full of sadness out of my mouth. "That sounds like we're just friends, Paul..."

I wiped the tears with the back of my hand then shook my head while she took a deep breath. "Well, my words are not correct." He's down. "I'll call you tonight after the trivial matters relating to the welcome are in order, how?"

"Eitherway. I. I feel like I'm having a nightmare." I said, sobbing like a child. "And I hope someone wakes me up."

He looked at me, from his eyes I could see a deep sadness. I know he won't leave me either and his efforts to calm me down over the past two weeks have been really hard. Really, I can't imagine what it's like to be standing at Paul's feet, of all the sad people, including me though, the biggest burden must be on his shoulders.

"It won't be as long as we imagine, love. My manager is trying to shorten my contract with Real Madrid. We can definitely get through this, okay?" He took my hand, gave a small squeeze there. "And if there's nothing we can do about it, my contract is only a year. Not too long, is it?"

I shook weakly. "A year isn't a minute, Paul. I won't be able to last that long..."

With all sorts of gossip, pressure, and distance we were far apart. Experience scared me half to death. I tried to trust her, but with all the attention that led to her, I realized this wasn't easy.

"Love, calm down." she said back, starting to sound frustrated. "I'm sure we can rearrange that contract." A smile rose at the corner of his mouth. "Trust me, I promise I won't leave you for too long. Smile, I want to see it."

Paul took off his seat belt and shifted until our arms stuck together.

"Put your seat belt, Paul. Don't you know it's putting your life at risk?" I grumbled as I pushed him back to his seat.

"Oh my God, Bianka... You're so sexy when you say something related to your profession, you know that?" reply, then grinned happily because it managed to tease me.

I laugh. I will miss moments like this. "Stop. Quickly put on your seat belt. Now!" cynicism threatened.

Immediately, he complied. "Well, are you happy?"

"No, but a little relieved."

Paul took my hand back, leaned back and looked at me. "I must have kept my promise, Bianka. Keep texting me, okay? I'll pay back every chance I get. I'm sure we can get through this."

"Yes, I'll try. Promise me you won't forget to wear your seatbelt wherever you go, and never get into a strip club..."

"Yes, I promise." the snoring was smooth. With a gentle movement of her hand, she raised my hand and planted a kiss there. "You must also promise me, love."

"What's? Not into the strip club?" I was flirtatious, deliberately teasing her. "Oh, how could I possibly get away from that place?"

He chuckled while shaking his head. "You're really... Promise me you'll talk to me whenever your feelings get worse. I don't like it when you keep pretending to be calm in front of me."

"Okay."

Five minutes later, we arrived at the runway where a private jet with an engine on was waiting for it, ready to take off. With a heavy feeling, I forced my foot down from the car and followed him.

Alfred stepped past us carrying Paul's suitcase onto the plane, then handed it to Pablo who was standing like a professional bodiguard. I waved and smiled at him who then replied with a friendly nod.

"So..." Paul was standing in front of me. "You're not gonna cry anymore, are you?"

I chuckled then patted her arm while shaking her head. "Not going to."

He's nodding. Before Paul could say anything, I hugged him tightly, wanting to do it longer but it was impossible. "I must miss you." I whispered softly around his neck, hoping he could hear in between the roar of the plane's engine.

Paul returned my embrace even tighter until it felt stifling. "Me too." he said. "Tab me every time. I want to know whatever you're doing, okay?"

"Sure, sure," We both smiled. For a moment I believed we could get through this.

"Mrs. Klug, it's time we go." Paul looked over his shoulder, looking at Pablo who was making a sound from the side of the stairs.

Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone to look at the clock, at first glance I caught him still using my photo as wallpaper. "You haven't changed your wallpaper, have you?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "My brain just realized that I love you when I took this photo. I'll never replace it until any time."

"Aw, very sweet." I wilt with the feeling of haru at once happy. "Go away, or I'll cry..."

She laughed and then came forward and kissed my lips. I repay.

"Bye, love. We'll meet soon."

"Bye, be careful, yeah. I love you."

He hesitated for a moment, then kissed me again, harder and longer. Gripping her arm, I kissed her the same way to express how much I loved her.

Paul pulled away, turned around and began to step up the stairs while I stood beside the car with Alfred. I frowned as she suddenly turned back and ran a little towards me.

"I forgot to give you something" he said as soon as he arrived before me, then reached out. "This, wear. I've shrunk it. I love you so much, Bianka."

With the corners of my lips held high, I received a small black velvet box from him, then noticed Paul running straight into the plane.

When he arrived at the door, he waved his hand with a smile. I blew a kiss through my palm, then my laugh exploded as she pretended to catch my kiss and put it on her chest.

Pablo followed Paul into the plane, and my gaze continued until a flight attendant closed the door.

"Please, Miss" said Alfred, standing beside the open car door.

"Yes, thank you."

With a slightly calmer feeling than before, I got into the car. I knew this day would come and, like it or not, I had to accept it. It's for Paul's dream. Just like he told his mother, I also don't want to be someone who destroys his dreams.

Everyone deserves the same opportunity to try the opportunity, as does Paul. I respect him as the man I love, and as much as possible try to make my best efforts to accept his profession. To be honest, I actually prefer a man who has a job and enough income but is a hard worker, not someone like Paul. But I cannot choose where my heart will dock, or where my steps will take me. God rules everything, and I pray that there will be good in our relationship.

Arriving at Paul's house, I received a message from him.

From: Paul: We just took off. I really wish you would come with me. I love you, love x

Paul: Have a nice flight. Let me know as soon as you land. Oh, I have to work in an hour, but I'll let you know when I'm home.

From: Paul: You slept in my house, right?

To: Paul: I'd be crazy to stay here while you're out of nowhere. I went home today x

From: Paul: Stay there, Bianka. I don't mind, and I believe you can't possibly steal something from there ;)

I found myself smiling considering the first day I stayed at this house after we accidentally met at the club. If I hadn't been there that night, it probably wouldn't have been between us.

To: Paul: Haha! Still, it feels a little strange because your house is full of cameras... I'll be right back here, after making sure my house is okay x

From: Paul: Okay xx

Just as I was about to put down my phone, I received one more message.

From: Unknown Number: Hey, sweetheart! Hope you're okay. It's me, Anne, Paul's mother. Do you have any time this weekend? I want to talk to you. If you can, come home, okay?

To: Anne: Hi, Anne! Could too. Let me take a look at my holiday schedule and I'll let you know afterwards.