Honestly, unless you've been there, you can't possibly imagine the pain of being second to someone else.
It's not like coming second place in a contest. At all.
You give so much to a person for them to give it to someone else.
It leaves you empty.
Like you aren't good enough for them, but they'll always mean so much to you.
And we all have friends, but you worked really hard for this person to accept you and trust you.
But it wasn't enough.
What's the point in even having friends if you're never enough?
Because when you love, you love with your whole heart.
Leaving no room for those unexpected.
You blame yourself for being stupid enough to not notice that you will never be enough.
Are you even enough for you?
All those times you had to rebuild yourself because you gave your all to someone to give away.
But somehow you torture yourself again.
Raising hopes that you will be enough for this person.
And then crumbling when they run to someone else.
You just gotta accept that some of us will just never be enough.