Did You Save Me From Myself?

Do you want to know something slightly terrible? I only started going out with Him because he was pretty much the first 'nice' boy who had ever been brave enough to try and go out with me. Spending time with someone who actually liked me (and who I liked) was a supreme novelty. And then, of course, He became my best friend and I fell in love with Him, and the rest is history.

The only problem is, I look back now and I know that being with Him has changed me in a lot of ways, all of them technically good - no more alcohol issues, no more getting stoned every night, no more destructive relationships/one night stands, higher self-esteem, blah blah blah...

But I worry that in inviting Him to save me from myself, I might have allowed my life to become a teensy bit dull.

But then, as soon as I say that, words like "grass", "greener", "other side" and similar do start to ring in my ears...