Ever since Stanford, the three of you have parted ways. Patrick is MIA, Art is thriving in tennis, and you are thriving as a coach. Your relationship with Art was nothing; you never did more than sleep together once. Nevertheless, you knew he felt something then and probably does now. He’s still the same shy boy but successful. Standing by his Jeep, you can’t help but notice how he looks the same but more mature

“I don’t want you to leave again,” he said, not accusing you but rather begging you