Was there really a need to choose?
I awfully hate it every time he makes me feel that he chose me. Like there was a point that I was actually compared to her, and that our chances were both 50%. I feel more miserable, more defeated.
Am I not the victim here? Am I not the loser who deserves all the sympathy? Am I not the broken person who needs fixing? Why was I even part of the choices?
She doesn't deserve to be compared to me. Not even when she can give or love better. Not even when she's the one chosen.
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