No one calls me first. No one prefers me. I’m no one’s first choice. It’s a sad realization.

Honestly, in the hundreds of social and interpersonal scenarios I practiced over and over in my head all those years I spent alone I honestly never came across this. It’s so fucking bizarre and unprecendented that I don’t even know what to say. Tell me what to do.

And here I thought I was making you happy.

But you’re still perfect for me… I still love you. I forgive all your mistakes and you still make me happy. I’m yours…