Reallydidyou Stories

We met in the summer, when I looked in your eyes I knew it was meant to be. Now I love you. You made me love you, or at least fall in love with you. You pressed your lips against mine, but against hers too. I take you apology, but you try and take it farther then I've accepted. After trying to run from pain, he came and is trying to help me. You keep hurting me, over and over. While he tries loving me over and over. Why can't I just let go? Why can't I just love him? I love you both. Who shall I pick?