So, the day has come. The day millions, maybe even billions, have been dreading has finally arrived. A human, much like any of us, has somehow managed to change all of our lives. He has influenced us in ways that perhaps no one else ever could. I started watching him when I was around five or six, but somehow, it feels like I knew him even before that. Like I had been watching him play from my mother’s womb. There was always something different about him. And rightfully so. For more than ten years, he made my life what it was. He gave me moments I’ll probably never be able to put into words, and memories that I’ll carry with me for the rest of my life. But alas, all great things must come to an end. Fortunately, his absence hasn’t really hit me yet. I don’t know when the days of sobbing and weeping will come, or when it’ll truly sink in that I won’t get to watch him play again. But for now, I’d rather dwell on the memories he gave me, as a Barça fan, an Argentina fan, and, above all, a Messi fan. If I had to describe his entire footballing journey in one sentence, it would be: He came, he saw, he conquered — both football and the hearts of billions. Gracias, Leo. For everything. The greatest there is. The greatest there was. The greatest there will ever be.