I call you my Best Friend.
But somehow, every part of my body envies you.
Because everyone loves you.
Everyone loves the way you can light up the room in a way I can't.
Everyone loves how you can love widely and deeply all at once.
Everyone loves how internally bright you are.
Everyone...including him.
He who I thought loved me.
But who would love someone that is broken.
Who would love someone that is fat.
Who would love someone that is constantly down all the fucking time and can't get up.
Who would love someone like me.
Who would love me.
And I'm trying to play it like I'm okay.
I'm trying to not let it get to me.
I just want my Best Friend to be happy.
But comparing to you is impossible.
And I'm so fucking jealous of that.
But I love you.
And love means sacrifice.
It means compromise.
It means..
You can have him.
it means i stay in the background.
i stay in the shadow of you, a body of light that shines brighter than the damn sun.
