Your mission: Who will you choose?
It was the moment of truth.
It was the moment I was waiting for.
The moment that would tell all, how you really felt,
How you felt about me.
It was the moment when I knew exactly if you wanted me.
There is a choice: Me or her.
Of course, I wanted you to choose me,
But I would not get my wish from a long shot.
She is more outgoing,
More fun with her fluffy attitude,
More pretty with her smooth, red streaks,
More smart than majority of the grade,
And above all, more kind and caring than I would ever be in a life time.
Me, I am that second choice,
That backup,
And that remaining, lone partner you just have to choose when everyone else is taken.
That is one way to define me.
I am practically nothing compared to her.
I choose to keep to myself.
I like taking life and my future very seriously.
My dull, black hair runs down my back plainly.
How is that unqiue?
How is that anything compared to her?
My motto: Honesty is the best policy.
This rule makes me grouchier and meaner than any person I know.
I am straight forward and I am not afraid to say what I am thinking.
It is who I am.
It defines who I am,
Because without this honesty, I am not...me.
However, that moment of truth came,
In 3, 2...1 second.
There you were,
Next to her, smiling and having a good time.
I knew it was too good to be true,
Too good to think that luck is existent,
Too good to think that there would be a "you and me" or a "me and you" any time soon.
At the end, I figured out that if you really wanted me,
There would not be an option.
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