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But if his days were hard, his nights restless, he grew very good at hiding it from me. The time I got to spend with him felt like a gift that other kids didn’t get.
“People are going to call you a lot of things in your life,” he said. “People always call people like us all kinds of things.”
“Do not let what anyone says about you determine how you feel about yourself.”
“You are going to be one of the greatest tennis players in the world someday, cariño. That is as true as your brown hair. You don’t need to show them. You just need to be.”
What is it with hugging? Why would anyone want to press themself up against someone’s body to say hello? A wave will do; a handshake is more than enough.
People act like you can never forget your own name, but if you’re not paying attention, you can veer so incredibly far away from everything you know about yourself to the point where you stop recognizing what they call you.
One of the great injustices of this rigged world we live in is that women are considered to be depleting with age and men are somehow deepening.
Bowe catches my gaze. “I always liked you.”
Some men’s childhoods are permitted to last forever, but women are so often reminded that there is work to be done.
“Everything we achieve is ephemeral. We have it, and then the next second it’s gone.
Romantic relationships are so goddamn impossible, I’m honestly impressed with anyone who can keep one going at all.
“I was always worried about that with you. Because the only person who could ever understand you would be another player. But how many players would be okay knowing they were second place? He takes to it well, though. Which is about the highest compliment I can think of. I’m not sure there is a greater strength.”
And I wonder for a moment why I have spent all my time worried about losing things, when there is so much here.
