He was always the sensible choice. He's an engineer going to grad school with his life together, and he has everything going for him. We have tons in common and we have so much fun together.
Dating him was a choice I made when I realized I would be stupid not to go for it. I would be stupid to let this one go. And so for over a year, we've had a smooth, stable, easy, loving thing going. I thought to myself, this is it. This is the one I'm going to end up with forever.
And I didn't realize what had been missing from the beginning until the day I met someone who put a fire in my heart, and it's been burning there ever since. My boyfriend makes me feel warm and safe and comfortable, but I realized that for the first time in years, someone else was making me feel alive.