An Athlete Dumps His MVP

July 7, 2011 § 6 Comments

His eyes glazed over as we talked, sitting Indian style on a burgundy wicker bench on my front porch – the same one where weeks earlier we danced in our recreated prom scene. This time, there was no music but the sweet sound of crickets chirping in the fading light of the afternoon. Dusk quickly settled and with it, settled the conflict of our breaking up. We never shied away from it… there was no angst or maltreatment… just fading feelings. My fading feelings to be exact. « Read the rest of this entry »

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