I hate it when Kawhi comes back into town. Mostly because I’m tired of writing stuff about Kawhi. I feel like ever since he left, all I’ve done is sit around and try to process what it means. It’s gotten easier to memory hole that pain over the years but then, you know, seeing him again just dredges it all up. I’ll probably always be locked in an eternal struggle of telling myself I’m over it and that I’ve moved on and that everything is fine while simultaneously having my little Jenga tower of self confidence crumble around me every time he steps on the floor in a different uniform.