"The Sting of Second Best"
To be treated as a second option is to feel the sting of conditional love, the ache of being almost enough. It's the whispered words of "if only" and the lingering doubt of "what if".
Like a shadow, you exist in the periphery of someone's life, a backup plan, a consolation prize. The weight of their indifference presses upon you, a constant reminder that you're not the first choice.
In this limbo, self-worth withers, and the heart grows weary. The questions swirl: "Am I not enough?" "Do I not deserve to be the priority?"
