Hold On Me (On Me #4)

Life’s funny.

Just when you think you’re running the perfect play, you have to decide whether to throw the ball away, or hold on and take the hit.

That’s where I am right now. Trying to decide whether it’s worth the risk to throw the pass or not. If I do, that connection could result in perfectly pouty lips and beautiful blushing cheeks as my reward. And if I don’t, everything will be as it always is.

The problem with that is, I’m stuck.

Stuck in an endless cycle of contracts, relationships with expiry dates, and surface-level acquaintanceships. It’s exhausting. And, even worse—it’s boring.

Stepping...

Life’s funny.

Just when you think you’re running the perfect play, you have to decide whether to throw the ball away, or hold on and take the hit.

That’s where I am right now. Trying to decide whether it’s worth the risk to throw the pass or not. If I do, that connection could result in perfectly pouty lips and beautiful blushing cheeks as my reward. And if I don’t, everything will be as it always is.

The problem with that is, I’m stuck.

Stuck in an endless cycle of contracts, relationships with expiry dates, and surface-level acquaintanceships. It’s exhausting. And, even worse—it’s boring.

Stepping off the sidelines, embracing the risks of the game, could bring me everything I never knew I wanted. And that big play could bring me everything I never knew I needed.

Whats on the line? Well, it’s more important than a trophy. Because now its a game of love, and I can’t afford to lose.