(To Sampson Su, who's always been that guy in my life. He's been one of my best friends since 6th grade and I love him like a brother. I love messing with you and roasting you, and I just want to say thank you)
I was always taught to be number one.
Or at least try to be.
I never took it seriously until someone once gave me a reason to be the best.
I tried to be so they wouldn't have a reason to leave.
I kept pushing and pushing
Until I was stressed out.
I was so stressed that I took it out on him and he got mad mad annoyed.
He found a reason to leave.
And now he's gone forever.
We'll never be the same.
If only I knew that I should've been the best girlfriend for him instead the best person in the world.
Maybe that would've saved us.
And that's something I'll remember for next time.
I'm sorry...
"If being the best isn't the best then why be the best if you can be yourself. Anyone can judge you but they can't be better than you"
-Sampson Su
(Note: this poem is NOT for Sampson. He is indeed like a brother to me and I can't see him as anything more.)
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