Forgotten Rendezvous

Forgotten Rendezvous

He professed adoration.
He claimed to care.
And he swore his love.

Delusions, sweet and cruel. Care and love, distinct entities, neither of which I've ever known.

From the outset, I knew my place. A mere footnote in his grand love story. Yet, the pain persists. Why must I, of all people, be left to languish in the shadows?

What did I expect? I am not his heart's desire, nor the muse of his dreams. I cannot evoke the flutter of his heart, nor turn his world askew. In this grand romance, I am not the leading lady.

I am Shanaiah Elize Alfonso-Montero. The one forgotten, the one overlooked, the one left at the altar of love.