Do I love you?
Nobody has ever made me feel like you, and you have been the only man to make me feel unselfish and want to calm down from the crazy life I live. You make me want to be a better person. I f***** you over and took you for granted at first, I started talking to other guys before you went on tour over seas because I thought you would get too clingy, but then I see that you're in my city and it turned on a switch of need for you. I had to see you that night, and I had to get drunk before I did it I was so nervous. I couldn't believe how amazing it was to kiss you all night and sloppily try to ballroom dance backstage after the show. You made sure I was taken care of and got home okay and left for Kansas. You called me on and said the second you saw me you knew you had to marry me. Two months later I'm yelling at you and saying things I don't mean because I think you're in the process of betraying me and f****** with my heart that I've made so vulnerable to you. Instantly, you were out of my life...and I tried for months to get you back into it before I just let you go. You came back to me two days ago, after crying about you every night. Made the best love, told me you loved me, we apologized for our wrongs to each other and talked all night, gave me the most mind-blowing o*****, promised a future that we wouldn't rush into again. Before this weekend, I had another man in my life who pops up the subject of marriage all the time and wants to introduce me to his family and have me move in with him....I thought he was a nice excuse to stop thinking about you, but I'm debating on telling him how I feel about you and what happened with us because I know that I'll regret it in the morning, every day...if the man I'm waking up to is not you.