Love, Utley

Maddox Lovelace. The captivating football player I met in college.

The one I only knew for a week. A week that was… life-changing.

Until my phone rang, and I had no choice but to go home.

I left Maddox a letter, putting my feelings on paper, giving him my number, hoping he’d call.

But he didn’t call.

He never called.

He got drafted into the professional league and lived like a king while I stayed home and struggled to stay afloat.

I may have followed his career, but now that he’s retired from football, I’ve forced myself to stop thinking about him.

And it’s okay that I won’t ever see him again. That week in college was fifteen years ago.

I’m not in love with Maddox anymore.

I might even hate him.