I love my girlfriend on a somewhat absurd level, completely without explanation. I'm a fan of her, an admirer of her, and I'm proud of her. I love her smile, her voice, her way, her quirks, and even the little things that probably only I notice. But above all, I love her soul.
“We reached the final, but you couldn’t be there. I wanted to win it for you and bring you the trophy. I couldn’t. My legs had nothing left to give, and I never felt physically right.”