Maybe some people are born to be loved, and maybe she was born to live beside solitude, carrying a heart that no one ever chooses. Maybe she was never meant to be chosen—only to learn how to live with being unwanted.
Pretty enough to be admired. Smart enough to be respected. Valuable enough to stand on her own. Yet never enough to be someone's first choice. Sometimes, that's the loneliness she carries in silence.
The hardest part isn't being alone—it's feeling like no one could ever love you the way you need. Sometimes I sit quietly and wonder why my heart is always someone's option, never their choice.
@muncorner I'm not the one who use softlens, but my friend told me that using softlens first cause she can't see anything without it while doing make up.