Go harder. Be better. Rise above.

All my life, I've had to strive to be better than I am. Good enough is never good enough. I always feel like I have to do something better, or I'm never going to be happy.

I dedicate my life to helping others, and I've resigned myself to the fact that I am meant to put my own needs aside to make sure the people around me are getting what they need.

That's when they return. The brothers. All five of them. When I was younger I had a crush on one of them. At another time I had a crush on two. Then all of them. I thought I'd forgotten about them, but here they are, back again, and wanting me this time.

I thought I had my life together. I thought I was strong. But when any one of them touches me, I feel my knees go weak. How can I choose just one of them?

I can't.