I Was Here, and You Were There with Her

I can't help but feel a pang of insecurity and sadness. Some are fortunate to have their loved ones by their side each night, to hold hands as if everything in the world is perfectly fine. Two souls entwined, sharing the comfort of each other's presence—such moments seem like the epitome of bliss.

How I wish I were the one you've shared those nights with. I yearn to be the one you've talked to and laughed with. I hope it was me, not her, by your side. I hope it's my hand you held, and not hers. I wish it were me you cuddled with, and not her.

In my heart, I long for that connection, for the comfort of knowing that it could have been us. But here I am, wishing that the reality were different, that I was the one you shared those perfect moments with.