I am always going to wonder about your what if girl.
What if she hadn’t said No to your affection or if you had not changed your mind after?
Would she always hold a special place in your heart; the memory of her a mix of mild curiosity tinged with regret of what could be?
You tell me that I’m being silly. She was the past whilst I am your present and perhaps, your future.
You tell me that you love me and I know that to be true. But I can’t help but wonder, would you rather it was her who’s saying those words back to you?
What if this is you settling for second best?
And I just happened to be at the right place, at the right time; barely meeting the minimum requirements but good enough when you turn off all the lights and take off your glasses?
What if I am merely the consolation prize to your what if girl?