The year I turned 20-kylian mbappe,Michael olise and Ibrahima konate

I never meant to fall for any of them.
Not the one who prayed like peace,
not the one who dressed like danger,
and not the one who lived behind the flash of fame.

But somehow, they all found me.
Or maybe I found them - in moments that felt too quiet to be coincidences.

Konaté was the calm in my chaos.
He spoke softly, believed deeply, and made love sound like a prayer.
But loving him was like touching something sacred - beautiful, but forbidden.
His faith drew lines I couldn't cross, no matter how much I wanted to.

Then there was Olise - the beautiful contradiction.
He was everything I told myself I didn't need,
and yet everything that made my pulse remember what desire feels like.
He laughed like the world owed him joy,
walked like rhythm itself,
and carried a kind of light that burned anyone who got too close.
I wanted him, but I wanted peace more.

And then... Kylian.
He didn't walk into my life - he shifted it.
He believed in the same God I whispered to at night,
wore simplicity like luxury,
but his life was tangled in fame, pressure, and things that never sleep.
He was everything I prayed for,
wrapped in everything I feared.

I used to think love was about choosing someone.
But sometimes, love is about choosing yourself -
even when your heart belongs in three different stories
that were never meant to end the same.