You know when you meet someone, and you think, they're the one? Yeah, that's usually not what people think of me.

And I get that. I'm not the quickest to warm up to. I'm shy and quiet. And it takes me a while to open up.

I see it all the time. To the guys that tried with me, I was a recuse, they said. I was the calm and quiet. But eventually, they would leave me for someone spunkier, livlier, and happier.

It was just, this time, I thought I'd take my chance. Maybe this time, someone will choose me for being the slow burn kind of love.

But I guess, like all the times before, I wasn't enough. Maybe when we finally met, you were disappointed. Maybe I just wasn't the one you were looking for.

And that's fine. I just wish you didn't leave like I didn't matter. That I was just someone you were in a hurry to forget.

Because no one stays. And I know now that it's me.