The One I Want

<p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>As a professional football player I had a playbook for everything on the field.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Then I retired and found out there's no playbook for life-especially when the one you thought was perfect gets flipped upside down.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>There's no play for suddenly becoming a divorced single dad. There's no plan for moving your family back to the town you grew up in.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>And there is definitely not a play for falling in love with the nanny.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>I didn't mean to. Betsy Sullivan just has that way about her.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>It started with wanting to see her smile. It grew to needing to hear her laugh.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Before I knew it her red lips and perfect curves were all I could think about. And I started to picture a life together - A perfect life together.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Except nothing is ever perfect. Nothing is how you envision it. I learned that hard lesson once already.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>And if I'm not careful I might find myself learning it again.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>I shouldn't want her. My head knows that. My heart doesn't seem to care.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Neither does hers.</span></p>