“I bet she was,” he says. “I would be too.” “But she couldn’t understand. She was twice as good at ballet as I was, and she quit too. So what’s the difference?” I argue. “Did she love it the way you did?” he asks, and I go back to chewing on my lip. Not even close. “Why does that matter?” “Watching someone quit something they’re so good at is hard. When you know they love it, it’s even harder. I see the same thing with Nash.”
