A Tale of Two Kinds

there was him. he was everything right in the world. the thesis. he was the mix rationality and goofiness that i crave. he was artistic and athletic. his devotion to his family and love for his mother was only surpassed by his self discipline and determination. but for every emotion that he showed me, for every thought we shared and question we asked there was an empty hand that should have been held or a longing gaze that was never met. he was someone i wanted, and i know he wanted me. but then he started to let the games get the best of him. the ones he swore he never played.

there was you. you're everything i wanted in the world, but everything i didn't know i needed. the anti-thesis. you're wild and carefree. you smile more times in a day than one could count and strive to be selfless at all times. you're everything he wasn't. you wrap your arms around me just because well, you can and i guess you want to. you hold my hands while asking me the same questions he did, but i feel closer to you. but for once i'm not sure if everything i hated about hm is now just coming through as everything great about you or do i actually like you?  am i finally turning one of my countless guy friends into something more?

 

am i supposed to choose?