Between him and the other…

I don’t know who to choose.

One who will forever protect me.

The one who will forever love me.

The one with the skinny set.

The shimmering brown hair.

The brown, sparkling eyes.

Willing to put up a fight.

The other, who likes to see happiness.

He won’t let you go once he’s found you.

He doesn’t stand up for himself, never.

But he’s also a fierce lover, a warrior.

Strong physically. And both mentally.

Both whom are sweet.

Loving and both caring.

Protective and obsessive.

Sweet and sour.

Angry and hurt.

“Choose.”

“You have to choose.”

I need to choose.

But either way,

the other will

hurt.