Rafa...
More than anything, I'm worried sick about the rest of his career and his health, now... but yeah, to let go of the dream of a year slam... and to have him having such a tough time in both his career and his personal life. It hurts. So bad. I *love* this boy, you guys, I love him more than I could express with words. With all my heart. He's been a tremendous source of strength and inspiration and of fierce will and love of life and everything you do, and to dare to dream and reach out and seize every chance, of being a gracious winner and of being a man in every occasion, when you lose, when you're being badmouthed, of having the balls and the wit to reply just the right way without losing your place as a gentleman. When he's all brains he's also, all heart. And what a heart. All these years he's been my night starry sky, the cream in my coffe, my drop of sunshine :B
I just want him to be happy, and well.
And as always, he amazes me with the courage and hope he shows in the face of such a terrible time, for him.
Baby, we support you, and we love you no matter what. Even when everything does seem like it's lost some of it's luster without you out there, at the moment.
Ok, that's me being supportive. Now allow me to cry myself sick and then crawl into a hole and die.