Everyone wants to be someone's first choice.
The person they look for in a crowded room.
The name they call when their world falls apart.
But what happens when you are only the person they remember when everyone else leaves?
I was his comfort. His safe place. The person he ran to when he needed someone.
But I was never the one he chose.
Because the hardest part of loving someone isn't losing them...
It's realising you were only their backburner.
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