“To the girl who the man i’m in love with will eventually love: I hope you know his favourite songs, shows, even his favourite way to eat eggs- hard boiled if it hasn’t come up in conversation yet. It took me three years to learn that. I hope you pay attention to the little things about him and that you’re eager to learn more because he is a puzzle that you will spend the rest of your life solving. I hope you realize how lucky you are that he chose you. I hope you love him so much that your friends get annoyed when you bring him up in conversation for the tenth time that day. I hope he occupies your every thought and that you never let him fall asleep feeling like he is unloved. I hope that you fall in love with each other more and more everyday. I hope that when you look at him you feel the warmth in your toes because you are so filled with love. I hope you have nothing but patience with each other because some things take a bit of time. I truly wish you both nothing but a lifetime of happiness. Now time to be selfish. I hope i never have to hear him talk about you, I hope i never have to learn your name and he never tells me how deeply and madly in love he is with you. His name was once the sweetest sound i’d ever heard but has now become bitter and acidic on my tongue and i think having to say yours would feel like someone was running a razor blade across my tongue. I hope he mentions me. I wonder if my name would make you jealous. Don’t be. You see we were never in love. We were never in love but oh my god, i was.”— I wish you nothing but second best
