  I can feel the stick in my heart. At past 4 in the morning, I awoke sensing the something dreadful will come my way. And I was correct. I had my heart pierced, left vulnerable to a deluge of never-ending pain. He just spoke two words and these were enough to extinguish the glow from my face, the optimism in my life. “My honey…” Why do I have to always play the second best? Why can’t I be the only one? 
