I could often see him,
another "me", with his back turned, his body curled up, his hands hooked around his neck. I want to walk over, hold his face with my hands, tell him that it doesn't matter, this ball would not define you. But I just can't get close to him"
No one came to help me at that time. No one in the locker room knew what to say to me, and I didn't want to hear anything either. I avoided everyone, including those I loved. I was ashamed to face them. I just wanted to disappear
I always felt that this was part of the fate, something was guiding me to come here again, is this part of "the plan"? I felt this moment of destiny, but I didn't know what this destiny was
Now, I finally knew why I am here
"I got you."
















