Last best.
Two words that the people I know describes me behind my back. Not even the second best. I know, pity. But don't worry, I'm used to it. That's how my family, friends, and even my best friend sees me.
The two words I hated the most but live up to it.
It hurts but I'd rather be the last best than be nothing at all. Just a smile from them, a little bit of attention and a nod of approval from the man I look up the most, and all the emptiness I feel disappears.
But what they don't know is that in the middle of the night, I always find myself praying.Praying for someone who would actually see me for who I am.Not the last best. Not the unfortunate one. But just me. Someone who would actually appreciate the things I have done, who would cheer for me, laugh and cry with me sincerely. And of course and above all, someone who would love me with all his heart.
And maybe God got really annoyed with me one night that He gave me him. The man I had forever prayed for. The man that was supposed to be my forever.
And yes, maybe I really am stupid just like what people say, because I forgot to pray for him not to break my heart.
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