Mateo sat by the window, the Spanish landscape unfolding beneath him like a familiar but distant memory. He had not been back to his homeland since he had left for Dortmund, and the sight of the sun-drenched plains and the rugged mountains stirred a strange mixture of emotions within him. It was a feeling of nostalgia, of longing, of a connection to a past that he had left behind, but that would always be a part of him.
He thought of Isabella, of her smile, of her laugh, of the way she made him feel like he was the only person in the world. He wished that she could be here with him, that she could share this moment, that she could be a part of this incredible journey.
But he knew that it was not possible. He knew that his life was too complicated, too public, too demanding for a normal relationship. And that was a sacrifice that he was willing to make, a price that he was willing to pay for the opportunity to live his dream.
