Have you ever experienced a scenario where you met someone and tried your best to heal his broken heart?

Have you ever been that someone who's one call away but never been appreciated and valued by that person?

Have you ever been a pursuer of true happiness, but meeting him brought only so much sadness and hopelessness?

I was once a dreamer of happy endings and fairytales.

I once hoped that I was destined to be with someone, and that he could only show me the magical effect and feelings of being in love.

I once believed that pouring all the love I have for him, could make him choose me, and would make him change his mind towards me.

But everything changed when hatred overwhelmed love.

He taught me that I was capable to love, but he also taught me to see love differently.

He did things to make me cry.

He did things to hurt me. I was hurt badly.

He ruined my belief especially on how I perceive love.

He only used me for his own benefits.

He only abused everything I did for him.

I was only his "One Call Away" person. I was there whenever he needed someone. I was there when he needed someone to make him laugh, when he needed a helping hand, and shoulders to cry on.

But what about me?

Did he ever think of what I really needed the most?

Did he ever wonder about the things that make me happy?

Does he know what my favorites are? Color? Food? Movie? Comfort food?

Did he even see my worth?

Probably not, because in his eyes. I am only his Prosaic Trophy.