Luca was standing in the center with that stupid volleyball and a smile that made my chest feel tight, and when I got close enough he held out his free hand. “Hi,” he said, and I could see that despite the confident act he was actually nervous. “Hi,” I said back, taking his hand because my legs felt wobbly. “What are you doing?” “Well. I’ve spent the last few months realizing that no matter how many games I win or how many people cheer, none of it means anything if I can’t share it with you.” “Luca,” I said quietly, because I was starting to tear up and we were in front of thousands of people. “Let me finish,” he said, squeezing my hand. “You supported me even though it meant I’d barely be around. You came to every home game and watched every away game on TV even when you were drowning in deadlines. You’ve been my biggest fan and my best friend and the love of my life, and I don’t want to do any of this without you.” He dropped to one knee while still holding the volleyball, and
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