our story is that we met when we were young
and that we were introduced by a friend of a friend
and that we never thought we'd end up together
because you had her and I wasn't half as beautiful as her.
but my side of the story speaks that
from the moment I've seen you
months and months
before we even met,
I was sure I would fall in love with you.
even when I knew you had her
and she had you
and that no one can replace her in your heart,
I believed that time will bring us together;
that the lacuna inside me
will be filled with your love;
and I was right.
(i have never been that right)

your story is that you liked me from the start
and that you still like me.
my story is that I reserved my love for you
even before I knew your name
and that I would still reserve some for you
even now that we're done
just in case
just in case
you choose me again