Spiting Roses for their Thorns

Azerbaijan and I recently broke up and got back together, in the “a part” time I went on a date with (thinking of a nick name…) Greek(!). I met Greek at a bar, exchanged phone numbers and (later) set up a date. When she arrived to the date I was taken back, She was a lot more attractive than I remembered. We drank, ate, and talked (her more than me, by a large margin). The minute hand made an attempt at 2 full revolutions but only made it to 1 and a half. I walked her home and ended the night with a hug (didn’t feel right doing anything else, Azerbaijan was still on my mind)
Greek is exactly my type, or at least she was… B.A (Before Azerbaijan). Truth be told she reminded me of Paris (only more; attractive, fun, and corky). While I am still attracted to that kind of woman, loving Azer has really changed me. From day 1 Azer has stood out to me. Her thoughts, how she articulated them… when and how she articulates them… Somewhere in the middle of the date Greek mentioned a story about her friend asking for a sigh of faith. She saw a bird in a place birds normally aren’t. Then the friend asked for a bigger sign, and a flock of birds came… (I know). The Story was a turn off. It made me think about Azer. Out of all my female friends Azer would be the only one to not be impressed by it. It made Azer stand out from Greek and in the comparison… Greek didn’t come out on top. I didn’t want to go back to Azerbaijan, but truth be told I wanted someone that was more like her and less like Paris.
After the date I met up with Azerbaijan (Azer made me with every threat besides physical). We talked… or at least she talked. Truth be told I was dead set against us making up. About a half an hour in though, she started to make sense. One of the reasons I wanted to break up with her was because I thought she didn’t have strong feelings for me. The more she fought however, the less convincing that argument became. I told Azerbaijan about Greek, She seemed upset… rightfully so. She told me she wanted me to text her saying I had a girlfriend. I put up an argument, but in the end I willing gave in (risking Azeri for a cute girl I don’t know… not worth it… not even close). Truth be told, at this point my attraction to Azerbaijan had come back with such a vengeance… I’d probably Van Goho myself to be united with her (I am still a little foggy how my complete 180 switch happened).
We both promised to make major changes, not sure how much of that will actually happen (on both sides). I am, however, coming to understand that she is not as heartless as she seems. She constantly brings up how she thinks couples who make out with others (as long as they still love each other) is cool… She still says she doesn’t want to date me for too long (because she wants to see what other serious relationships are like). Still, against my better judgment… I love her. No one else understands it (myself included), but I do. Out of the 6 billion people on earth, when I; see, smell, touch, and taste her… it is different. She is not like other person the way my family is not like other people (to a lesser extent).