Torn Between Brothers

                 I never planned to be like this. It has been more than a year since Dylan and I decided to be a couple. We love each other. That’s a fact. But I don’t know what is happening to me these past few months. Dylan is a great guy. Everybody here at school wants to be with him. I may not be his prettiest schoolmate but he chose me. He loves me. Most girls envy me. I must be very thankful for that… or maybe just happy. I am very lucky to be his girl. But it doesn’t seem enough.

                Last April, our school held a field trip. They hired ten buses for that trip. I got surprised when I was seated with Daniel, Dylan’s younger brother, since we’re not classmates nor at the same batch but Daniel and I are the same age. I never thought that we would be close. My first month of being Dylan’s girlfriend did not go smooth with his brother. Daniel always looked at me like he disapproves. I was sure he didn’t like me for Dylan. But everything changed the very moment our bus started its engine.

                Daniel got me into a conversation. We talked for the whole ride about different stuffs mostly random things about my life and his life. That’s when I found out that he’s not what I thought he is. When I first saw him I assumed we would never be close, but when I started talking to him, I realized that he’s easy to talk to and so fun to be with. After that field trip, I felt very comfortable with Daniel. The feeling was great and amazing. It is filled with good vibes and I’m always happy with him. We started exchanging text messages ever since.

                I thought my life was perfect. I have a perfect family, I have very good grades in school, I have the perfect boyfriend… there’s nothing more to wish for until Daniel came.

                Is it wrong to love someone else when you’re in a relationship? Most people say that it is. But couldn’t it be right if it feels right? Nothing could be more difficult than this dilemma, I think.

These past few weeks my relationship with Dylan is getting worse. I didn’t mean to be mean. I just don’t understand myself anymore. Ok. To cut the long story short… I am in love with Daniel. That must be the nastiest mistake ever. But it does not feel like a mistake. I am happy.

Last month I was with Daniel. We’re always hanging out at least twice a week. He would always treat me a coffee from his favorite café and I always find myself craving for it once we’ve parted ways… or maybe craving for him? I don’t know.