If our story could be written out, your name would undoubtfully be in the title of mine and if I'm lucky, maybe I'd be a single chapter of yours.
You are the catalyst for the shipwreak in my heart, the reason why I still run track, and keep me wondering about all the possibilities we missed. The climax, and the cause of conflict. To you, I was probably a game. On the off chance I wasn't, I was just a fling. It's such a shame to me our stories don't line up, but that wasn't all my choice. You stole the spotlight in mine and I know you don't plan on giving it back. Sad thing is, I don't think I could take it back from you. Despite the fact you don't deserve it, you seem to be the protangonist in your story, and in mine.