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“Dad, I love her. It was like…it felt like…” I stammer. “Like…marry her or quit breathing, and I chose to marry her. Football wasn’t even a factor.” His eyes soften. “You really love her.” I huff. “More than I even knew I could.” A glossiness shimmers in his gaze and he frowns, clearing his throat. “What is it?” I ask. He shakes his head. “I proposed to your mother after only two weeks. Seeing your face today is bringing back memories.”
