I run the pros and cons constantly. I analyze my reactions and debate opinions. There are a few cons. They are really minor.
But most importantly, I am not in love. He knows everything. He is great in bed. He is everything I could want and nothing I can think of is bad enough to not make him perfect. But I don’t love him.
I want something … and I almost don’t remember it. Once, in 10 or so relationships, I didn’t question whether or not I loved him. I was head over heals before I could wonder. The rest of the times, I spent years waiting for love to grow and it never did. I don’t want to wait again.