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
