And I'll call you mine { Paige Bueckers}

Part 31

Paige bueckers

Yale had been JJ's dream for as long as I can remember. After I committed to UConn at the beginning of my senior year she told me she had applied. She said it was the closest she could be to me and what her parents wanted. After she moved to New York she worked her ass off to get into one of the top private schools in the world.

People from all over the world paid hundreds of thousands of dollars for their kids to go there. But unlike everyone else she didn't want to be an engineer, rocket scientist or a lawyer. She wanted to be a journalist. I guess the sports part came along later. Her junior year she won a writing contest with a pice on one of her best friends who just so happened to be a ballerina who was taking classes at Juliard since she was eleven.

The New York Times even published her article after winning the contest. Ever since then I knew she was going to do amazing things. She was going to be the journalist she had always hoped to be. But when she committed to UConn the first thing I asked her was. "What about Yale?" She told me she didn't get in.

They told her they were impressed with her accolades but she just wasn't what they were looking for. She even shed a tear or two.

But now as she sleeps in my arms on this far to long plane ride. I look at her and wonder why. Why would she ever choose me over her future. She was so hopeful even after everything that happened. Once she got better she was full of life. But how. She wasn't going to her dream school she wasn't even writing at that point and time and yes occasionally I see her scribbling a few words on a paper. But none of it has been published.

She seeks inspiration from the revolution of women sports. She even interviewed Caitlin after last year's final four game. She personally knows some of the biggest names in women's basketball but she never shares her ideas that she somehow manages to articulate into sentence that glide off your tongue and click with your mind.

She watches me play basketball and says it just makes sense. I'm in my element. But she doesn't know that anyone who watches her write would be able to see the same thing. Her words are her vice. Her voice and her mind on paper. She has these incredible intricate thoughts that when you read them aloud they sound revolutionary.

If she only knew her power. Maybe she would be so much more than what she is. Maybe if it weren't for me and UConn she would've already flourished. In a world full of equals who's minds work so much just like hers. That's all I want for her. To be successful and great. Like I know she can be.

But am I holding her back?