I really think this letter is long overdue. I certainly don’t tell you enough how much you mean to me. I have always assumed my passion and dedication to you would speak volumes. But, this Valentine’s Day, it’s time to put it in writing.
Long before Adam Nason (the fourth grade heartthrob) caught my eye, there was you: my first love.
As I grew up, everyone saw the love growing between us. I couldn’t stop spending time with you, we were together every day. There was just something about you that made me feel limitless: I’m absolutely carefree with you. Yes, you paid for my college and have helped me travel the world, but honestly, the best gift you ever gave me was confidence. The awkward chubby girl with a tight perm and braces needed something to believe in—and you were just the right thing.
You’ve been a real constant in my life. Through my parent’s divorce, breakups, and life changes, you never left my side. If I ever pushed you away you’d wait patiently, knowing I would come back to you. And I always have. I don’t think we’ve spent more than a week apart. Distance, they say, makes the heart grow fonder, and I’m sure our time will come but I don’t know if I’m ready for that just yet.
We’ve had some rough times recently but no matter how mad I seem or how many times you make me cry, you’ll always hold a special place in my heart. You are a big part of making me who I am today and I will always be grateful for that. There will be other loves in my life but you’ll always be the first. Thank you for everything you’ve done and everything you are continuing to do.
Happy Valentine’s Day, Basketball.