There’s a beach here about four miles from the team hotel, and every time I walk on the sand, I think of you. Of that day we spent at the beach back home. You’re in my mind all the time, Shannon. My heart, too. You did something to me all those months ago. I think you broke me, because I’ve not been right since. When we’re apart like this, I feel unsteady, like I’m balancing a weight on my shoulders and my reward for not dropping it is seeing your face again.
