I’m going to start my campaign to bring her west as soon as I land in California. I’m going to call her relentlessly. I’m going to visit Bridgeport so often, she’ll wonder if I ever left. If I have to spend every dime of my savings on flights, so be it. When she opens her apartment door in the mornings, there will be flowers waiting in the hallway, just delivered. I’m going to write her name in silver Sharpie on my skates, maybe my helmet, for every game if they let me. She is not done with me.
