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I won my first fight when I was eleven years old and Ive been throwing punches ever since Fighting is the purest truest most elemental thing there is Some people describe heaven as a sea of unending white where choirs sing and loved ones await But for me heaven was something else It sounded like the bell at the beginning of a round and it tasted like adrenaline

For me heaven was the octagon Until I met Millie and heaven became something different I became something different I knew I loved her when I watched her stand perfectly still in the middle of a crowded room people swarming buzzing slipping around her No one seemed to see her at all except for the few who squeezed past her tossing exasperated looks at her unsmiling face When they realized she wasnt normal they hurried away Why was it that no one saw her yet she was the first thing I saw

If heaven was the octagon then she was my angel at the center of it all the girl with the power to take me down and lift me up again The girl I wanted to fight for the girl I wanted to claim The girl who taught me that sometimes the biggest heroes go unsung and the most important battles are the ones we dont think we can win