I remember his voice on the other end of the phone, “Honestly, had you not outright told me, I wouldn’t have had any idea. You hold your cards so close to your chest, Dani.” ||
That was a couple years ago, a few conversations ago, many moons ago.
He told me what no one else was close enough to: that I had to stick my neck out because the way I play it, there's no shot of sneaking a peek at my hand.
And I think that’s still true, unfortunately.
I consider myself pretty honest by nature, but when it comes to love, it’s like pulling teeth to just get me to angle my cards down. I don’t know how to change that.
I’m afraid I can’t be different. And I want to be.
I know I have a good hand.
Maybe that’s why I’m afraid.