Have you ever felt selfish about your past love(s)?

Selfish, that it came to a point where you actually felt an odd pang of hurt when they finally found someone new, found someone who made them happier than you ever did.

Selfish, in the sense that you could’ve done better. Selfish, that you could’ve had at least another shot, to prove yourself.

Selfish, into thinking that were you actually ever special? Or were you just a wrong stop in the map of the other’s heart, a glitch in the system of the other’s emotions?

Tell me, have you ever felt that selfish it almost felt like you still had them in a tiny space in your heart?

Will they always be there?