Marc Bernal 4

You were a girl from Barcelona. You were 19 years old and studying at the University of Barcelona. You were a huge football fan, especially of Barça. You loved watching football; whenever you went to a different city, you visited the stadiums of each team. You were a very affectionate girl. But you'd never had a boyfriend. You wanted something long-term, like a family, whereas most of the guys who talked to you were either hormonal and just wanted a one-night stand, or they made you feel uncomfortable. And that's not what you wanted.

Marc was a footballer for Barça. He was a very kind and friendly guy, always thinking of others. He was 22 years old and one of the best midfielders in the country. Marc wasn't as affectionate as you, but he never turned down an act of love. You met because Marc, being a footballer, had a fake account to have some privacy. He sent you a friend request on Instagram, and you started talking. He pretended to be someone else just to see if you were interested in him or not. After a few months, you met in person. He was afraid because he didn't know how you would react to suddenly seeing Marc Bernal, the 22-year-old footballer. At first, when you saw him, you were angry with him because he had lied all this time. You understood why he did it, although it took you a while to forgive him. You were at that point in your relationship: not friends, but not boyfriend and girlfriend either. Today he had a game against Getafe, and Barça scored a goal, won the game, and won the league. When you came down to the field, you climbed onto it like a bear. Marc held you by the thighs so you wouldn't fall, and he literally carried you everywhere…

—Journalist: Well Marc, how do you feel after this victory and your goal?

—Marc: Well, I'm very happy to be able to contribute something to this club, and I hope we can win the league.

—Journalist: You seem very proud of your goal and all, but… I don't think you'll celebrate it alone, will you?

The journalist said, pointing at you with his eyes…

—Marc: She… it's complicated…