Lately, my heart feels like a canvas smeared with too many colors some calm and familiar, others wild and unpredictable. I’ve been with Ethan for years; he’s steady, kind, and the definition of safety. But I’ve met someone—Tom whose presence feels like art coming to life. He makes me remember the version of myself I thought I’d lost.
Is it wrong that I feel emotionally closer to someone I barely know than to the man who’s shared my life for so long? Have I already crossed a line, even if nothing physical has happened? How do you choose between stability and a love that sets your soul on fire?