I choose Alex.
Do I have to have a reason?
I stood there in his kitchen, looking at his picture on the fridge, looking into his eyes, and realized that despite the fact I don't even really know him, despite all the reasons why I shouldn't...I love him.
And it hurts. It hurts to feel this way, because it's all wrong. It hurts so bad. I've tried everything I can think of to get over him, and I just can't. If he were here right now, right here with me, I would plant my mouth on his and give him the biggest longest most passionate kiss I've ever given to anyone ever. But he's not and I can't, and there's nothing I can do about it.