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you know what breaks my heart?” i asked her, hoping she would have the answer to my question.
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“what?”
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“that i’m always ‘the good friend’. someone who you can trust, someone you like, someone you can call up anytime of the day, but it’s just never enough. i’m tired of being just a good friend.”
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“but it must not be that bad, right? i mean, isn’t it a good thing that people like you?”
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“maybe, but i’m tired of being good. i want to be loved.” i paused, almost wishing she would say something.

she doesn’t.
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“i’m tired of always being the second option, you know? i want someone to look at me and not be thankful but promise me that when i need them, they will be there too. i want someone to think of me when they hear their favourite song. i want to be someone’s choice, not an option.”
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“maybe for someone out there, you already are their first choice. you just don’t know it yet.”
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“maybe. i just hope that they know.”
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i just hoped she knew.