Monday April 8, 2019
“Good luck,” you say, brushing my hair out of my eyes.
“Thanks,” I pull back a little. You grimace. “Thanks,” I say again, and I mean it this time. I really do.
“Are you nervous?” I want you to go and find your place in the stands. I don’t have time for this. I need to warm up.
“A little. Not really… I need to – ” I see Alisha already on the field doing drills. “I need to start – ”
“I know. I’ll go. I’m sorry.” You put your hands in your pockets. “Have a good game.”
You lean in to kiss me and I lean in to hug you and you end up kissing above my head.