“Nat, when I saw you at the game last night, saw my jersey on you, I pictured you wearing my jersey years from now. It didn’t scare me. I never thought I’d feel like this now. Maybe ten years from now but not my senior year in high school. It doesn’t matter, though, because you’re here. I found you, but as much as I don’t want to let you go, I also don’t want to hurt you.”
