He plays with me like we’re equals, and that’s all I’ve ever wanted to be. I’m not keeping track of the score, which has never happened before. Even during scrimmages or practice, there’s a constant clicker in the back of my head. I love soccer, and it’s amplified around Beck. By Beck. Because we’re the same when it comes to this sport, in comparison to all the ways we’re different outside of it. Because he makes me better without saying a single word. Because I love him too, I think, not just the game we’re playing together.
