if you have children someday, please tell them my name. tell them how the crowds went wild. tell them how i hope they shine. long live the walls we crashed through. i had the time of my lives with you.
time, curious time, gave me no compasses, gave me no signs. were there clues that i didn’t see? and isn’t it just so pretty to think that all along, there was some invisible string, tying you to me?
When you close your eyes and you think back to the beginning, does it feel long and detailed? Or does it feel like it was quick, like the click of the fingers?
“I’ll miss training on the grass with my teammates in the sun. Like, I think there are just these really beautiful moments you have as a team where, of course, winning is amazing, but it’s the little things I’m going to miss. A lot of my best friends are still playing, and I always say this—it’s so stupid—but me and Rose used to stay up late eating goldfish at camp. And I just feel like that’s something—it’s a friendship, it’s a stupid thing that I shared with somebody that is over now. And that’s been really hard for me to accept: friendships aren’t the same when they’re not your teammate, and you’re not on the road, and you’re not staying up late. It’s just a new life now, and so I’ll miss the soccer a lot—I love the game, and I always really have—but I miss being around my friends.” -Sam Mewis