Dear gentle reader,
I wished it could be him and me.
I longed for him to say, ‘her and me.’
But it was always him and her
Never him and me.
There was always a ‘her
Even if she was not here
I could always see her through him
Through his eyes
The one I wished to be was not me
She was the one
He did not look at me like he did at her
I was somehow invisibly visible between them
I was always the companion
The outsider, the uninvited guest
I recognized the truth only after the opportunity had passed
But why her and not Me
I find myself continually pondering
Endlessly contemplating
Why her and not Me
There are many factors at play
When all is said and done
Even though she did not win
I ended up losing…
This was written by our contributing writer, Lady PastPen.
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