Once again, I was the fool. The one with the willful blindness and the undying desire to be wanted. That was it, all I needed. Just to be the girl someone chose. The one wanted more than any other. And once again, I wasn't that girl. Every time I'd wound up in this spot, I promised myself that I'd stop trying so hard. Stop begging for scraps. Stop looking for affection, validation, love. I was going to let it all come to me because I knew I couldn't force anyone.
