I don’t want to be in the top of his priorities
Just being on the list will make me happy
I don’t want to be the most beautiful girl in his eyes
Because if he said so, maybe he lied.
I don’t want to be called perfect by him
But I am flattered to be his best
I am used to being his option
But I know I will never be his choice.
He used to make me mad
And used to unconsciously making me sad
But still I don’t want to demand
And beg for his time and love.
Someone asked me, why did you stay?
Like, did I never want to preserve my pride anyway?
I just smile and proudly say
I will hold on even at the tiniest chance to keep him
As long as he never let go of me.