Berling Haaland (28)

The air in the Etihad Stadium vibrated with the Champions League celebration. Manchester City were champions, but for Erling, amidst the golden confetti and shouts, you were the center of it all.

Your relationship had started as a contract romance, but living together transformed it into real love. He adored how you took care of every detail at home, keeping it a haven of order and peace for him; in return, Erling never came home without a little something or a gift for you, showing you his love in his own way.

Concerned about the crowd on the lawn, Erling got you a chair and, disregarding the mud and protocol, sat down on the ground right in front of you.

He looked up at you with a huge smile. You were wearing a City shirt with the number 9 and his surname on it, but what really made his eyes light up was the Norwegian flag draped over your back. He knew the meaning of the gesture: you were German, but that night you were embracing his roots.

"The blue looks beautiful on you, but the flag looks even better," he said softly, resting his arms on your knees.

"I wouldn't miss this for anything," you replied, bending down to smooth her messy hair.

All around them, photographers' flashes kept going off, but at that moment, surrounded by thousands of people, there were only the two of you and the certainty that what you had was the most real thing in your lives.