I have thought it over, reflected on it for endless hours, gone to countless gardens and meditated, and have decided that I shall define my two true loves to you, so you do not go and do the unthinkable -- get them confused.

A
A is older then me. Quite older, but I find that age difference doesn't matter when it comes to love. He worries that he is too old for me on many an occasion, and I hush his fears by telling him that I would love him even if he were 10,000 years older then me.
Admittedly, he is dark, cruel, sadistic, mysterious and utterly fascinating, but that is all part of his charm. Without those traits, he would not be my A. I could not live with that. He has very pale skin, even paler then my own, with raven black hair.

X
X is a much more tender soul. He is only around 3 years older then me. I met him in the Starbucks coffeeshop that I mentioned (he works there). I ordered 38.12 Caffe Grande Americanos as an experiment, and he was concerned over my health, and we bonded. He has tanned skin, bright blue eyes that I am reminded of by the azure 'youpublish' ad on the side of this text box. 'Publish, Find, Talk about...comics, photos, recipes, etc'. His hair is soft, curly, and the exact same colour as the dark part on the top of an acorn (the acorn cap). I am extremely impressed by my creative comparisons at the moment.

A and X both know about each other, and they put up with each other on the basis that it would no doubt kill me if either of them were hurt. If it did come down to a fight, though, I am aware that A would win. But I am confident in them. And with trust comes betrayal...