"A heart doesn’t break in just a moment. Like a ligament in a pitching arm, it wears down over time, the pain building towards an inevitable point of no return. Every pitch—every glance towards him and her—slowly destroys. My heart isn’t broken. It’s breaking. And someday, like that frayed ligament in a veteran’s elbow, it’s going to snap."
baseball and love—the two things that cause just as much tragedy as they do triumph (via multa–paucis)
