“It allowed me to feel what unconditional love feels like, where there might not be anything in it for you, but this person is experiencing a great life accomplishment and life path…”
“Those moments when…he’s off…it’s like, ‘Okay, I can let go and have the ability to love you no matter what, no matter where you are.’”
Fiction Based on the Feeling of Loving Someone Deeply
You’re doing so well in your goal. You can shoot a basket like the pros – which is what you’re aiming for. I believe in you, in your talent. Sometimes I forget to tell you this. And it’s starting to show – to me at least. I have no interest in your sport. I’m not a sportsy person. But for you I listen. I try to learn the game because it means a lot to you. And you mean a lot to me.
When you win, I’m so proud of you and when you lose I try to play it off so you don’t sulk. I know if you go pro it’s a profession, but I want you to have fun. I don’t want you to lose the joy you have in the game because you’re trying too hard to be perfect.
I don’t see you play often and for that I’m sorry. I don’t find the joy you do in it and I worry that you’ll see I’m bored, and it will bring your mood down. I don’t want that because if you lose the guilt that you played badly because of me will eat at me. I want you to shine even if it means shining without me.
I know you’ll make it if you keep trying. It’s why I try not to get upset when you’re gone all weekend practicing or playing in tournaments and I’m at home alone with the monsters.
So if I don’t tell you enough, here’s the truth. I love the look on your face when you talk about your sport. I love the excitement you get when you win and I even love how much you beat yourself up when you lose because it shows that you’re trying your hardest – if you weren’t you would shrug it off like it’s nothing. I love the dozens of collectors on our bedroom walls that I already know will one day take over the entire room.
I love it all because I love you.
Always and forever,