It wasn't you. Really. It wasn't even me. It was the mind games. The lies. That's what made me walk away. Years of it.

You gave me everything I needed, every time I came to play.

I remember my first team. I remember being excited to spend two hours playing a sport. I wish I could say that it's been that way for the past fifteen years. But it hasn't.

I didn't leave the game because I don't love it anymore. It's because I have too much respect for it, to not give it my all every time. Not just in my effort, I'm too competitive to ever let that down. It's my soul that no longer felt that drive to play every day.

It's sad that I had so many good memories with you...but those were being overshadowed by people taking the game away from me.

I'll never forget my last high school game. I cried because I had given it my all and it was over. Fortunately, just that season was over. I had the opportunity to continue and I thought my love for you would continue.

I'll never forget the teammates I played with. I'll always think about my favorite plays.

It wasn't you.

You were my best friend for fifteen years. You were there for me when tests were hard, when friendships were rocky, and when boys were confusing.

You let me be completely myself and learn about the love for a game.

Would it be cheesy to say that diamonds really are a girl's best friend?

I'll always go back to you. You'll always be the thing that makes me feel the most understood.

I'm sorry that it came to this. This wasn't what I wanted. I miss you everyday. But...people came between us. And I won't let them take away my love for the game.

That will never go away.

See you soon, pal.