While spending time with him again has dredged up old feelings, there are new ones on top of those. I see that softer side to him that’s always been there. Often well hidden, but there, nonetheless. That’s the Nash I loved. The one who held my hand all over campus even though the guys on the team gave him shit for being whipped. Who bought me a necklace with an amethyst pendant from Tiffany’s while he was away for a tournament in New York City because it reminded him of me. Who used to sit and play with my
