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Dear basketball,
When I rolled(使成球形)my dad's socks as a , I knew one thing was real: I fell in love with you. The love was so deep that I gave you my all my body to my soul(灵魂).
As a six-year-old boy, I loved you deeply. I stopped loving you. I only saw myself running for you every court(场)all the time. You needed my effort, I tried my , because it asked for so much more. I played through me sweat(汗水)and the hurt, not because the challenge called me, because you called me. I did everything for you, became you made me feel alive.
You gave a six-year-old boy his Laker(湖人)dream, and I will always love you for it. But now I can't love you any . This season is the last one for me. My can still best, my spirit can also fight, but my body' knows it's time to say, goodbye. of us accept it. And it's OK. I'm ready, to let you go.
I want you to know now, then we can each other every moment we have left together.
The good and the bad, we have one another all that we have. And we also know, whatever I do next, I will always be that kid with a basketball in my hands.
Love you always.
Kobe
