The author wrote as if she had met the one I crave, finding him perfectly secure, genuine and honest before her.
She noticed the same details as I, and it shatters me to realize someone sees in him what I do and she may have the chance at a forever.
Which means I’m expendable, just one in hundreds of options.
Ha! Not that I ever stood a chance, I knew the minute we met he’d never settle for less than perfection.
He wouldn’t need to, because he was capable on his own and I added nothing he craved.