I Choose You

 “I choose you”

The hidden memory suddenly crawled back to the surface of my consciousness. I used to fight my way to be seen, to get picked, to be chosen. The younger me would probably jump out of bed when those three words were uttered, especially from the one she liked.

Tho, I like you, those three words are what she wanted to hear, not me.

I want to be chosen. I’m enchanted to hear that. Numerous butterflies filled my stomach and my heart bumped twice harder but my head blanked.

You did choose me. But, is it what I really wanted? Yet I know, to be in this situation is what She and I want. However, you do know that you can’t have both half hearts to complete your other half. Since the year I don’t remember, I become a people pleaser. Since the time I’m no longer recognized, I knew that I won’t hurt people who don’t hurt me.

She did not hurt me and I hurt her. Technically, it was you, but it was because of me, wasn’t it? How can I ignore this situation?

It feels mesmerizing to know you, to hear your voice, your laugh’s melody, your jokes, your life story, your stupidity, your crazy side, even your lovely red bike. I like you. And so does she.

I never loved the idea of a third person coming into someone's life. And now I am that person. How can I end up like this?