You know that I liked you the most. I gave you my best, gambled you my heart yet you didn’t choose me. It was hard to choose me because you were still waiting for her to come back. Even though I offer you love while she only gave you pain, you were still enticed by her poison. That’s how much you love her.
I made you a song and you know that. You made one for me too (if I’m not too assuming that it was for me.) I cried because the pain of loving you was unbearable. I’d bet my life yet I still lost. I lost the game that I made because I realized you were my opponent. I laid my armors down just to give you rights to beat me down.
And now, I still don’t have the strength to face you. I wish I could see you face to face. You hurt me. You broke me. I gave you my masterpiece just for you to tear it up.
I said, “I wish I could find someone like you. I wish I can find the kind of love that you have for her.” I found him. Yes, I found him in the middle of my loneliness. Yet, just like you, he’s in love with somebody else too. I gave him my best yet I was not the one he needed. I offered him my love yet it was not the love that he wanted. So I left and saved myself.
Now, I realize it’s okay to be alone. It’s okay to love myself more than anyone else does. I learn to let go of the bitterness and stop searching for the love that isn’t for me. I stop begging people to appreciate me even for once.