Scenarios run through my head of what Miller could do if he were here right now, and not one of them is PG-rated. His solemn face fills my phone screen, and I wish he was here too. The guy who’s more to me than a brother, a friend, or even a teammate. If he was anyone else, I’d cut my losses.īut this is Shane Miller-the guy who makes everything better just by existing in my universe. Only, now that I’m here, he’s avoiding me every chance he gets. I move across the country to chase a dream that’s a decade old. When I’m offered a position on his team in Chicago, I don’t hesitate. Years ago, Miller and I made a pact that we’d win a Super Bowl together. The torch I had for him burns brighter after so long apart, and there’s nothing I can do about it. The media storm would be enough to break both our careers. Now he wants everything to be like it was in college, but we can’t have threesomes and be reckless like we once were. I focused my heartache into making my own NFL dreams come true, and by the time I was drafted, the longing I had for my best friend was buried deep. When Talon left to play pro ball six years ago, the hole in my chest confused me.
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