“I’ll retire if that’s what it takes to be with you,” he says. I laugh even though it’s not funny. He’d never do that. “Why would you give up the sport you love?” “Because I love you more!” he shouts, and my mouth parts. His chest heaves and he closes his eyes. Surely I didn’t hear him right. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to yell, but you need to hear it. I love you. I love every part of you, and that won’t change whether you’re here or there. I told you early on I’d find a way to track you down, and I would. I will, baby, because I fucking love you.
