#BecauseILoveYou
Because I love you, I give you my blood, sweat, and tears.
I gave it to you as soon as I could walk and you gave me the name “Jock”.
As I enter senior year, the thought of you ending strikes me with fear.
No more practices.
No more games.
All my memories, all my friends are now so clear.
But because I love you, I have to set you free when the time is here.
Oh, dear.
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