I’m not mad. I’m just confused more than anything.
When you left for Miami I was heartbroken. It was a lonely and painful experience. I promised myself that I would never let you back into my life.
The years that followed were difficult. Brutal, in fact. I worked hard at adjusting. Adjusting to life without you. Adjusting to life without the playoffs. Adjusting to an empty Quicken Loans arena.
Perhaps the most gut-wrenching part was seeing you so happy down in South Beach.
But then you wrote me your letter. It was raw. It was powerful. And, to be honest, it really changed my outlook on our future. For the first time in a long time, I thought we could be happy again.
So, I welcomed you back with open arms. Things were fantastic. Offense, defense, free agency pick ups. NBA Finals. You name it. We seemed to pick up right where we left off. It was amazing, right?
I thought you were committed. I thought you were ready to settle down. For good. Hell, you even gave me a ring!!
I know things have been a little rocky over the past few years. But, ya know, everyone has their ups and downs. It’s not always perfect.
But now you’re telling me that it’s all over? AGAIN? Come on.
I guess I should have seen it coming. The writing was on the wall. The house you bought in L.A. All the recent movie stuff. I guess I just didn’t want to believe it.
The past 18 years have been quite a roller coaster, but it’s safe to say our ride together is over.
As we bid farewell, it is important to me that you know this:
Sure, I’ll miss winning. I’ll miss the magical, chest-banging moments in the playoffs. The leaps on to the scorer’s table. I’ll miss the dunks, the come-from-behind blocked shots, and all the talent that oozes from the court each time you take the floor.
But I won’t miss the theatrics. I won’t miss the “decisions.” I won’t miss the cryptic, passive-aggressive tweets. And I certainly won’t miss your entourage, which includes your mom.
The time has come to say goodbye. This time around, I’m at peace with it. I’m at peace with us.
As they say in Los Angeles, "We Cool."
Love Always,
