You can’t keep her.” I know that. But I’m not ready to give her up just yet.

She looks up at me with those vulnerable eyes. “What if it means something?” She asks. “What if it does?” “Promise me it won’t mean anything.” I lean my head back on the couch. “It won’t mean anythin’.” Aren’t I supposed to be the guy in this scenario, laying down the no-commitment rules? “And no tongue,” she adds. “Mi vida, if I kiss you, I guarantee there’s gonna be tongue.

She's a Texan, born and raised. Football is in our blood.

If there's one thing I learned, it's that nobody is here forever. You have to live for the moment, each and every day . . . the here, the now.

But wishes are only granted in fairy tales.

I'll explain it to you. To me it's more than a game." She touches her chest and says, "When you love something as much as I love football, you just feel it inside. Did you ever love doing something so bad that it consumed you?" "A long time ago." "That's what football is to me. It's my passion, my life… my escape. When I play, I forget everything that sucks in my life. And when we win…" She looks down like she's embarrassed to admit what she's about to reveal. "I know this is going to sound stupid, but when we win I think miracles can happen.

If you let him go and he doesn't come back to you, he wasn't yours to begin with. It's a lesson learned in first grade