self destruction

This love thing is tricky, it will test your faith... the problem with me is, I can't tell what's real or fake. "Don't treat a boyfriend like a husband" that's what they say, but I'm not going around picking and choosing when to act a certain way. I'm not a casual dater, I don't play the field... I'd rather spend my time with someone I feel a connection to, something that's real. When we're together it's like magic, everything goes right. Ain't no stressing, no attitudes... I even sleep at night. Butterflies all around me, it's like my insides come alive. Dark skin somehow flush red, my smile I can't hide... I will always keep God first, but you too protect me in this land, just waiting on forever, that band on my left hand. But what if I'm not the one, what if our love is different? What if you feel like you can do better than me? What if you've painted a different picture? Everyone enters your life for a reason..... what if this is our last season?