In almost every sport, it's crucial to learn how to fall. To avoid injuries. To protect yourself. To get back up and keep going. Falling in love is no different. If you do it recklessly, headfirst and without thinking, then it can ruin you. I knew all of this—I've seen love gone wrong in my own home—so why the fuck did I let it happen to me?

I haven't really taken interest in another man since my divorce. It's been two years but I've been busy. I'm a single parent. I don't have time to notice other men. Or I didn't. Not until you.

What happens when you risk everything for one last chance? A chance at greatness. A chance at love.