And he chose me, over you
and everyone kept whirling the same old questions.
Why am I here in the picture?
They thought he was made for you.
It was hard facing yourself in the mirror everyday and wonder if you finally cleaned the surface that was once a mess of a beautiful love story and dismounted by second, third and fourth chances of mending. It was hard filling the gaps that you knew someone else occupied for too long, or hanging out in the same places where an image of you might have been lingering that only he could see. It was difficult because I could hear the thump in his chest when I hug him close, but I wasn't sure if it beats for me now, or if it is still beating from the hope of you.
It was hard letting the same hands to touch me, when it already touched someone else with love.
in my case, I am filling up your space.
I know there wasn't supposed to be a competition but love always had its battle so enticing not to fight back. That even my silence sounded so loud. And although he chose me, I know you'll never completely leave his life. He built a museum of memories that nobody is invited to come. Not even me.
And I had read the terms and conditions but I love him. I love him so sincerely I am willing to face all odds. It was like entering a wildfire hoping a rain could pour all its madness and save me. I was thinking this is probably how destiny works.
I am sorry if this broke you.
I am sorry if I am here now, making him happy. I realized loving him needs sacrifices too. I have to leave people, I have to turn my back on things, I have to be insensitive if this is the way of keeping him. I need to go out from our little friendship.
Maybe he made you his universe too. Maybe his only universe.
But I am willing to stay with him until all the stars, planets, galaxies, comets and asteroids fade. I am willing to stay. I know one day their time is up. I know one day they'll be gone.
And I might be entering a circle with intangible outline, with no corner to put an exit door and an inevitable encounter of endless spins of your reflections. But I am glad he chose me. It was surprising but he chose me.
I am going to put up a home with new things, and I will give my future son his eyes. I am going to stay with him and trade my sleep just so I could comfort him all night when he's upset. I am going to dance with him on rains and snows. I am going to kiss him, every now and then until the taste of your lips completely dissolves in his memory. I am going to hold him when he broke down into pieces. I am going to hold him and will fight for him. I am going to make him see that I am worthy of love. I am going to understand his imperfections and will grow a flower from his hidden cracks.
I am going to make you feel at ease that he is in good hands.
and I am sorry it this hurts you.
But you'll get by because you're stronger than anyone else.
but I will love him differently.