He stares at her, assessing the words that make so many things seem suddenly trivial in life. The wins, the losses, my impending future, and the choices that I’ve resented for so long, none of them matter because while I love the game, the adrenaline, and the rush I get each time I step out onto the field, it still pales in comparison to what I feel for her. I would live in a one-bedroom shack as long as she was there with me.
