I honestly don’t have any idea on what it’s like to be someone worth fighting for, because the people I used to love gave up without a fight. I don’t know what it feels like to be someone’s priority because I was always the second choice, always an option. All I know is the feeling of loving someone you can’t have. The feeling of loving someone who can’t even name your favorite things, someone who can’t even remember your birthday or even know if you’re sad. All I know is the feeling of loving someone whose heart beats for another. And the painful feeling of treating someone like your own storybook, while to them you’re just a short chapter