She was like life bottled under pressure, shaken up, and when you took the cap off…God, she flew. Being around her was intoxicating and addictive. She didn’t know how to sit still, or how to come in second place.” He laughed. “She could be utterly exhausting one moment, and yet feed my very soul in the next. She was my best friend, the only woman I ever wanted, and when she died, I did, too—right there on that field. I physically felt my heart stop the very second hers did, and I just never got the right rhythm back.”
