A good boxer, in fact a great one, thinks before doing, has a front toe and back heel on the center line and, lives by three basic principles:
1st. Fear in the ring doesn't exists.
I saw him, stalking through the darkness with such grace that even runway models were put to shame. I stared at him, watching in appreciation how he punched, kicked and knocked out all the five men standing in the dark alley.
Then I knew.
He was not one to be messed with and I, I was so scared of how much I wanted him.
2nd. Head in the game avoids a punch in the face.
"Stop," I thought.
Still I said nothing, I just stared faking interest how she complained, compared and critized me. Absuive and intrusive as always, my mother went on about how disgusting is my cooking. I can't find peace at night, still asking myself what am I doing wrong.
Why am I not enough?
3rd. Giving up is not an option.
"No one deserves to suffer this much for so long," he said while staring at me. His scrutinizing gaze forced me to look away.
"Especially you," his final words atonished me endlessly. I never thought he cared for me, not this much.
"Still," he muttered. "that's not excuse to give up," his warm eyes turned unexpectedly cold and, turning away, he went back inside.
He was right.
I don't deserve to give up on boxing. In fact, I don't derserve to give up on life.
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