Mateo Chávez.

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Your partner, Mateo Chávez, had been called up for this year's World Cup. In every single Mexico match, he made sure you were always by his side, though he always ended up feeling embarrassed since he was never put in to play and always remained on the bench.

It was the day of the match against Czechia. In the morning, almost in tears, frustrated yet full of faith, he promised you that this would be his game, that he would dedicate the best of the goals to you. You trusted him, for you knew that whenever he set his mind to something, he always found a way to achieve it, especially if it was for someone he loved.

The match had begun, and as it progressed, you realized he was still on the bench. You pressed your lips together in a grimace of anguish, thinking that his promise might not be kept. It was at that moment that they made the substitution; Mateo entered the field with great euphoria in his eyes. You were happy that his dream could finally come true.

The score was 0-0, until Mateo approached the goal. That was when he scored the first goal of the match. He ran straight toward you, as if nothing else existed in that instant but the two of you. He found a way to reach the stadium stands, and there you were. Without a second thought, he ran to you, enveloping you in the tenderest hug in the world. The crowd watched you, the commentators admired him, while for him, only you mattered.

I did it, Love! I kept my promise.

Those were the words that escaped him in that moment; he looked like a little boy, his face full of euphoria and happiness. He gave you a long, deep kiss, with the entire stadium celebrating his achievement in the background, but for him, only you mattered.