ANd then it hit me...

I come second best to no one.
It didn't really matter at first, but now that it stares me in the face, I feel like a freaking idiot.
What you did and the way you did it, though subtle in a way;
It shows on the outside. It shows to me.
And I come second best to no one.
I am not about to be your second choice.
Doesn't that mean I'm not as good as that someone else?
Choices determine the person we are, and what kind of relationship we would have with the people we choose.
A choice like this on your part changes everything.
And you and I both know things between us could never be the same again.