Nobody's Favorite.

Maybe I should stop waiting to be someone's favorite song and start accepting that I'm just background music in people's lives. Maybe I'm just meant to be a chapter people enjoy instead of the story someone could never put down. Making peace with being loved in small doses and forgotten in large ones. I stopped asking why I'm unloved and instead ask why I still love people much more than they can ever give to me. The silence hurts less when I stop expecting it to be broken. This kind of sadness doesn't cry. It just accepts. 💔🖤