I Wanted to Talk- Rafa's Return

So. Here we are. Almost 3 months have passed, and it's time for Rafa to come home.

It's been an incredibly tough summer for me, my life has felt an unnecessary gap. It got to the point where I couldn't take it any more, and I was just spiralling into sadness. Every day I needed him back. I needed to see him, watch him. I needed the guidance and the support, as Rafa is what keeps me happiest. I wasn't getting that.

I've pulled though, I've still had a good summer, just not a great summer. If Rafa was playing, my summer would have been perfect. I spent all of my school holidays without him, which meant lonely, long days at home thinking about his absence. I wasn't distracted.

The darkest 60 seconds for me were on the day Rafa announced his Toronto and Cincinnati withdrawals. I was happy, listening to some music, when i clicked onto twitter. My timeline was filled will news of wrist injury, and withdrawals. I was gobsmacked. I didn't let myself believe it. It was just a day of lots and lots of tears. He has gone through too much injury, and i couldn't believe it was happening again.

When it came to September, I was back at school and kept busy again. I had my friends to make me laugh, make me smile. A gap closed up, for sure.

I've sat on the edge of my bed, hovering over my laptop reading bad news all summer long. There were constant tweets about Rafa's withdrawals, the pain, the splint. Constant. There was no break from it. It really dragged me down.

It was only in the last couple of weeks that clouds started to clear. Good news started to emerge, and the almost unimaginable happened. News that Rafa will return. I started to convince myself that this injury was serious, as its always hard to stay positive. I took many deep breaths, and started to come to terms with it.

We would get Rafa back. My world would suddenly become a lot brighter. I cried, a lot. It was happening.

I just wanted to talk, I guess.

I can't explain how excited I am to see Rafa playing tennis again. I am counting down the hours, the moments until he steps back onto that court, running to the baseline and positioning his water bottles once again.



We've all been through this together, and its been hard for us all. This is just my take on it. Read if you want, i just wrote this because I want to talk. This was hard for me to write, but I just wanted to express my feelings. Thanks x