𝐧𝐛𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 [𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝]

worth living for • kevin durant

dear kevin,

i don't know how to feel.

it's like i don't matter anymore. or maybe i never mattered at all.

i understand how much basketball matters to you. i know that it's something that you can use to take your mind off everything. i know that it's your most prized possession, and something you're incredible at. i know it's something you undeniably enjoy, and something you'll never get tired of.

but does that mean that everything has to revolve around it? does that mean you don't have time for the other precious things in life, like love, family, and friends?

any time i wanted to spend time with you, you always turned me down for practice, even when it was not called for. whenever we were at dinner together, which itself was very rare, we always ended up on the topic of basketball before anything else. i tried to mention other things and change the topic, but i couldn't do it, because it seemed like it was the only thing on your mind. the only thing you ever wanted to think, listen, talk, or care about.

now that you have a torn achilles, it's like everything in your life has ended. you're making it seem like you won't come back even stronger and better, and that it's the end of the world.

it isn't.

i don't think you understand, kev, that there are other things in life. yeah, basketball might be your passion and occupation, but that doesn't mean that something else can't matter more than it.

it's like you don't even care about me anymore. the day you asked me out, you promised to always put me first, and i foolishly believed you.

the other day, you came home drunk. this wasn't a stranger to me, as ever since you had gotten injured, you have been spending time drinking away your problems.

you sat down, and you started crying. i asked you: "what's wrong, babe?" you said: "i can't believe i can't play anymore. i'm fucking useless." "you're not useless kev, you're nowhere near that. and besides, you will be back next season, and you'll be even better than ever!" i reassured you, but you were having none of it. "that's not the fucking point, grace! i can't play this season, that's the issue. i want to fucking play, but i can't fucking do this shit, just because i had to get injured. it's the only thing i'm good at, and the only thing i can do right. if i can't even do that, i might as well not be alive."

that sentence absolutely destroyed me. all those times you told me you loved me, and all those times you told me that i was your world. all lies.

you don't even understand how much i care for you, and how much i would do for you.

i thought you cared about me more than that. more than some fucking sport. but i guess not.

am i really not that worth living for?

from,

grace

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whoops sorry for not updating, but i made this one extra long for y'all to make up for it :)

wishing the best for kd, and i hope he's recovering quickly <3