Would you be my number two?

For the love of everything good and right, I am not talking about being a mistress. There, just so you know.

I am not the prettiest, sexiest, smartest, sweetest, nicest, most understanding, and all the other positive superlatives (oh gahd, that sounded so wrong. By positive I mean good qualities, y’know) you can think of when you talk about a girlfriend. I am pretty much aware of that. Someone’s bound to be better than me, in all aspects. I am also pretty much aware that I am no expert on relationships, or pretty much anything for that matter. However, the little knowledge I have about love and relationships tells me that I deserve to be your number one, your only one. I refuse to be your second option, your last resort, just because you couldn’t get the better ones. I don’t deserve to be someone else’s goddamn shadow.

I love you the way you are. I don’t think I would be asking too much if I hoped you did the same with me.

For your reference, future boyfriend.