Your ex is a new coming professional NBA player

You both broke up so he can pursue his dream.

But that doesn’t mean you don’t love him anymore.

You’re sat at front row at his first professional game and he’s sat on the bench, waiting for the game to starts.

You’re staring at the back of his head when he suddenly searches the arena and his eyes meets yours.

Your heart skips a beat when he gets up and walks towards you.

“You are still in my life, you know?” He starts

“Huh- how?”

“What’s your favorite number?” He asks

“Uh.. probably 18”

He suddenly took his jersey off.

Though he wore a tank top underneath his jersey, it didn’t do a very great job of concealing his abs.

He holds up the back of the jersey where the number 18 sat under his name.

“This doesn’t have to be the only thing I have about you.” He says, throwing his jersey back on

“What else do you want” You ask

”Your heart.”