Actually, it’s not about how you love her more than everything else in this world combined. It’s also not about how you cover for her, care for her, and be her ally in every possible chance. It’s also not about how she is detestable in my eyes, and how everyone is talking behind her back because she couldn’t keep a secret she said she would.
It’s just about me in my loneliness, and a story of longing untold. Of someone who has to be content being number two in someone else’s priority list.
And how I always picture if it was me in her place.