We never had those sweet selfie posts I usually see in my timeline. We never had a courting session. We never hugged in public. We never had those long and sweet wake up and good night messages. We never talked for more than 5 minutes in person about our personal preferences. We never had flowers or other "girly" stuff during our dates. We never had a problem in selecting the right place for dinner, because I never had the chance. Never was there a surprise in our relationship.
Never was I the priority, because remember, I have always and ever been the last option. It was never about me but you and yourself and your goddam ego. You never had real effort but, but, you had all the infinite list of bullshit reasons to back you up.
In the end, I realized. Maybe you never really cared for me, never loved me. You never had enough time, oh wait, scratch that. You had enough time to kill but I wasn't just as important, or exciting, whatever you prefer, as your online games. Because hey, I'm just a plain and unpretty woman begging for your attention.
Despite knowing that I'll never have all of these because I'm with you, I still chose you.
But you were never worth the risk. To my future self, I'll let you experience everything that we never had. You never had genuine love to begin with. And I should never, ever again, allow you to enter into my life.