“I love you, Bex. I love the way you scrunch up your nose when you’re concentrating. I love your laughter. Your talent with a camera. I love your passion and your loyalty and how fucking smart you are. You’re everything to me. If you asked me to stop playing football, I’d do it in a heartbeat.” She sniffles, shaking her head. “Don’t do that.” “Good. Because I thought about becoming a math teacher, and I don’t know if I’m capable of that.” She laughs wetly. “Probably not, babe.”
