He held her in his arms when she thought the pressures of her job were too much, and now he watches from a distance as she confidently grasps for the next rung of the ladder. She’s not worried, there will be no tears.
He keeps her notes in his drawer, she has a way with words. To this day, he’s still amazed about what she can do with a few strokes of a ball point pen. He’s no longer a recipient of her notes, but he remains a benefactor of those feelings.
When she is counted upon, she answers the call. She can take the last shot, finish the big presentation, and be at the door when all you need in the world is a friend. He didn’t teach her that, it’s an innate sense – she was born with it, honed it and nurtured this skill long before he was in the picture. But, he hopes, in some small way, he was depended on, too.
He may not have helped with any of her growth, she was born to be a butterfly, and he was no cocoon. But if he made her smile, laugh and feel pretty and smart – well maybe that’s okay, too.
They have a shared distraction: sports. And while, they may never retreat to the same locker room again – away from the world to inspire, strategize and overcome – he can and always will remain her biggest fan. She has plenty of fans, may not need another, but if he is meant for the sidelines, the least he can do for her is cheer.
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