Legitimately tired of being the friendship placeholder until Mr. Right shows up

It kills me how you can know someone for most of your life and still be second-best to some guy they met on tinder 6 months ago and you're supposed to just accept without question the fact that your friends will prioritise time with their partners over time with you, since romance is seen as the greatest and most meaningful form of love. I know that I have loved my friends more than some of their partners have. My love isn't less just because it's different. I love my friends with all of my heart and I would give anything for them. But against a fresh new boyfriend I'm nothing. Why do I even bother