what is it like to be chosen?

to be wanted so desperately

that i am worth any sacrifice?

what is it like to be longed for?

to be wanted to badly that i consume every thought?

maybe i am simply not enough.

maybe i am cursed to be the one who does the longing.

i’m the one who doesn’t have as much to lose,

so maybe i’ll always be the one wanting.

the one longing.

the one choosing instead of being chosen.