I am jealous of the things that I cannot change.

Old messages, birthday greetings, inside jokes, best days ever

Because I know that your love is pure- it always has been and it always be

And how am I any different from the ones that you have loved before me?


You have always been so careful, so secure

While I have always ran with my gut- my stupid, ignorant gut

And I was and always be lucky to have found you


But you, you never stumbled into me.

Or did you?


You chose me, you did it so carefully

And I don’t think that I am any different from your dead flames, forgotten crushes and old loves


Because I will never have the same impact on your life as you do to me.


I could go away and your life would have never changed.


And yet the moment you leave, my life would have never been the same.


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