We're on the same book
On the same plot
The same theme
The same story
But we're not on the same chapter, on the same page.
I met you on the proluge,
Do you remember?
We had our once upon a time
We shared the same setting
The same scene,
The flow of the story is almost perfect
I never thought the author is thinking of having a plot twist,
We had our unforgettable moments
Remember our first date? our first kiss, our first exchange of I Love you's?
That was one hell of a perfect moment
Then we reached our climax, no! we didn't have sex, we had endless fights!
And then the plot twist came.
Halfway to our ending you met someone,
Someone who was the reason of you falling out of love with me.
And then everything for us changed
While you were happy starting the new beginning of your story,
I am here stuck in the chapter where you left me
You let go of me, of our love before we even reach our denouement,
I was your proluge yet I was not the one who you chose to be your ending.
I was just the person who entertained you until you found your true happily ever after.
I was just the 'someone' who you shared your bitter beginnings but not your happy ending.
I thought I was the girl who will be with you to watch the sunset but I end up being the girl who will look at you while you watch the sunset with the person you will love forever.
I was just the part of the book
The part of the story
The part of the theme
The part of the plot
I'll stop wishing to be someone's plot anymore, I will start praying to be someone's plot twist instead.