maelynslavik

They called him a legend, but legends don't bleed—and I watched Diogo Jota bleed for his game. It wasn't just the goals, trophies or the crowd—It was what he gave when no one was watching.

He likes the solidity

Of having protection,

His big friendly guardian

Always beside him.

She liked the companionship,

How he always had a quip.

They talked about everything under the sun