Sometimes, I still can’t rationalize the fact that this girl is actually mine. And that I’m hers, for-fucking-ever. I’ve spent a large part of my life believing that I’m not enough. For anyone or for anything. That all my hopes and dreams—supporting my family, playing professionally, finding real love and friendship—were far-fetched, relatively unachievable for a guy like me. It wasn’t until I met Harper that I started to believe differently.
