They say that love is selfless, that to love is to give without expecting anything in return. But what if loving someone meant giving everything—your heart, your time, your soul—only to watch them fall for someone else? What if you stood silently in the background, your heart quietly breaking as you watched them love another?
This is the fate of the second lead—the one who loves without being loved, the one who supports, sacrifices, and gives, but never gets the chance to be seen. It's a story often overlooked, a love rarely acknowledged.
This is my story.
I liked him in a way I couldn't explain. I admired everything about him—his smile, his voice, the way he carried himself. Yet, I knew from the start that I would never be the one to hold his heart. He was always meant for someone else. But that doesn't change how I feel, nor does it make the pain any easier to bear.
Sometimes, the greatest love stories are the ones that never come to fruition.
And this is mine.