Breathe

<p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I've never been interested in settling down.</strong></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Until I met her.</strong></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I'm single and free. And I repeat </span><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>single.</em></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Eva Moreno-sports blogger journalist and new addition to the team's on-camera crew-has always been a thorn in my side. She's smart. She's talented. She's extremely good at her job-a job that seems to revolve around chronicling my exploits.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>All that smart and talented (and it has to be said beautiful) pointed in my direction isn't a good thing.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Because she's not just a thorn in my side.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>She's a woman who makes me think of forever.</span></p><p></p><p></p><p></p>