Flirt
It's ridiculous how I have continued this flirtation with basketball for over a decade now. From the day we first met, I'd known, it wasn't going to last. There was no happily ever after in this story.
There were moments where I was filled with hope, that maybe, just maybe, we could work it out, we could last forever. I had allowed myself such wishful thinking. But there were also times where I only felt despair, the unwavering certainty that this was not meant to be. Yet I kept returning. Again and again. A moth drawn to a flame.
What is this self torture?
To you, I was nothing. The people that were made for you are the PKYs and Poons. The ones that haven't stepped into a court in five years and yet you still hold them so dear. You never remember me. To you, I am nothing.
We are not meant to be, that much, I understand. We just have different perspectives in life. If I could turn back time, would I have strived to be the player you'd adore? No, my heroes are always going to be the Slims and Yaos of the world. That's just me. And so I accept that we have to part ways, but you know, you will always be my first love.