There

[Ojieriakhi sunny tessy]

When you finally realize you're never going to be anyone's special someone,
It hits you—you’re just a fleeting moment,
An episode,
A single scene in their never-ending movie.
You don’t fit into their grand equation;
You're neither the sum nor the solution,
Not the final piece that completes their puzzle,
Not the color that transforms their canvas.
You're not the missing AirPods found under the bed, the discovery that brings a rush of joy.

You slowly understand it’s different now.
You're not the first person they run to, saying, "Guess what I just found out."
You’re not the second,
Not even the last.
You fade,
Gradually becoming an afterthought,
Until one day,
You don’t exist in their world at all.

You weren’t the main character,
You weren’t even the second lead.
You were just that side character,
Written into their story to either move the plot forward
Or stall it altogether.
You either get written out or simply forgotten,
And deep down, you wish you’d been written out.
At least then, you wouldn’t have the burden of hope.

You slowly come to terms with the truth—
You’re not part of their routine.
You were never their person,
Just a person.
And as you lose your balance in their life,
You slip,
But you don’t fall right away.
You hover, suspended in the weightlessness of uncertainty,
Fleeting,
Until you finally allow yourself to drop,
Hard.

And as you shatter on the way down,
You don’t bother picking up the pieces—
The fragments of friendship,
The memories,
The solace.
You let them drift away,
Carried by the wind and buried under the weight of guilt,
Guilt that whispers, Maybe it’s my fault.

And there you sit,
In the quiet,
Realizing again and again,
You were never a part of their life—
You were just…
there.