MVP

I was the golden boy.

America's Quarterback.

I was everything to everyone. Always available. Solid.

I can remember how something felt wrong that day.

And I haven't been able to get that feeling to go away.

Not when I buried my child.

Not when my fiancé looked at me like I'd been the reason for it all.

Not when I look in the mirror and scream at the top of my lungs.

Football kept me sane.

But I've lost everything.

And then I got a phone call.

She was in an accident.

She remembered nothing.

A gentleman wouldn't fight for her, wouldn't remind her of the pain.

So, I let her go.

I let her live her happily ever after and I took all the darkness,

all the pain, all the anger.

Only, the universe had a sick sense of humor.

She bumped into me.

She pursued me.

The beautiful woman I used to call mine.

She said she wanted to make me smile.

She didn't know she's the reason I stopped.