Intro. °•○☆ I spent seven years loving someone who only remembered me when everyone else was unavailable. I waited through canceled plans, empty promises, and nights when I wondered what was wrong with me. I thought if I loved her enough, someday she'd finally choose me. But love shouldn't feel like standing outside a door that someone keeps opening just enough to stop you from leaving. Then I heard you say you refused to be someone's second choice, and something inside me finally understood. I wasn't asking for too much. I was asking the wrong person. And now, standing here with you, I'm terrified of hoping again. Not because I think you'll hurt me, but because I know how much my heart can give. I don't need you to promise me forever, sweetheart. I'd just like the chance to know you, slowly, honestly, without either of us having to beg to be loved.