After years and years of beating myself up that I was
nothing but number one, I found myself next to you, only to be number two,
never number one.
Love really is blinding, love really does hurt, especially
when you are the one that is not loved back. I love you and lost sight, I love
you and lost reality, I love you and lost myself.
Would rather know now than not know at all, that’s what I keep
telling myself to make me feel better at the end of the day. Knowing I’m not
some other girl, knowing I’m more than I even knew.
Love is just.
Love is needed.
Love is wanted.
Love is heartbreaking.
Love is hard when playing number two.
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