Memories

Second Best

Words died in my throat as they struggle to find a way out. I stared dumbly on what was in front of me.

Bodies entwined with each other. Arms binding them, keeping them close. And lips locked on each other in one blissful kiss, anyone would like to have. It was a beautiful thing to watch. It felt like the entire world kept them together. It could be, true, only if it wasn’t actually breaking every part of me. These tears could probably because of joy and awe at the wonderful love story of two people falling for each other and having their own ending. It could be, if it wasn’t him and her.

If it wasn’t them.

And if it wasn’t me .

Watching them, I felt my heart constricting inside of me. Even breathing seemed to be too difficult now to achieve. The butterflies I once felt all but died at the sight itself alone. It made me felt like I was the antagonist in their story. It made me felt like I’m never, and will never be a match for her. I had actually accepted that a long time ago. I had. After all, she would always be the first in everything. I just didn’t expect that I would still be the second best when it comes to him.

That’s who I am.

A second best.