Letters to a missing queen

All mighty queen. that's what you were. Your team mates loved you, your coaches loved you, even your opponent loved you. You had a gift. No detail can get past your eyes. You never miss a spike, no spiker would miss your toss.

A queen needs a king. That's why they worked so hard trying to reach you. After seeing you play one match, they knew. He needed to be your king. He needed to be by your side. They practiced and practiced and they kept on pushing themselves but when they looked back to see if you were watching, you were gone.