Max was handsome in theory. Max was something I wanted, something I almost craved. Yet Joji was some sort of star bound piece of art boy. I was too comfortable in his arms to move into another's. Yet Max was so classy and overdone, I loved it. Joji was so cozy, he was like a heating blanket in winter.
I loved Joji so much yet Max drove me wild with wonder.
I couldn't decide.
