I know what I’ve done wrong.
I know how much I’ve f***ed up.
I know that you would never ever forgive me if you found out.
But I like him. A lot…
He makes me feel things that you don’t. He’s made me face my fears. He pushes me to go to my limits.
He’s got this infectious smile.
He’s amazing in bed.
He kisses me and I’m immediately calmer, less anxious.
I get butterflies when he texts me.
He does these adorable things. Like writing our initials in a heart, on the windshield of my car.
On the other hand:
My boyfriend, I know he’s the one I’m supposed to marry one day.
Something about him just makes sense.
I know he loves me, and I love him.
I have two of the most amazing men in my life right now.