But do you know how it feels to be chosen after every one else? After they've seen and felt and experienced everything with others. After everything. Like a last resort. Like a back up plan. Forget being a second choice. Do you know how it feels to be the last choice? The one they keep returning to, after breaking you into pieces. After shattering your dreams. After making fun of all the love you had inside of you. After destroying you. What does this say about you then, except the fact that you are utterly stupid and blind and pathetically in love with someone who doesn't value it, someone who never can?