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No one did anything with their lives if they spent it comparing themselves to other people.
But it was when you started taking the most basic things for granted that life decided to teach you that you’re an ungrateful idiot.
Worrying about being a failure and a disappointment weren’t things you could just fix. They were just there. All the time. And if there was a way to work on them, I hadn’t learned how to yet.
You are who you are in life, and you either live that time trying to bend yourself to make other people happy, or… you don’t.
“There’s my Meatball,” he said in almost a whisper,
Ivan Lukov, the greatest frenemy in my life after my siblings, had made me hot cocoa.
He had come here because Coach Lee had called him. Ivan had given me a Hershey’s kiss. He had dragged me to his room. And then he’d made me hot cocoa.
“You don’t get to become good at anything without sacrificing something to make time.”
“You and me, Meatball. We’re going to win if that’s what you need. Understand me?”
Not everyone was terrible, but the bad ones made it easy to forget that.
“They might come out short, with mean, squinty, little eyes, a big mouth, heavy bones, and a bad attitude.”
Because it was easy to forget that love was complicated. That someone could love you and want the best for you, and at the same time, break you in half. There was such a thing as loving someone the wrong way. It was possible to love someone too much. Too forcefully.
“I believe in you. In us. Regardless of what happens, you will always be the best partner I’ve ever had. You’ll always be the hardest working person I’ve ever known. There will only ever be you.”
Love was a weird word. What the hell was love? Everyone had such a different opinion on what it meant to them; it was hard to figure out how to use it. There was family love, friend love, romantic love….
