flickering lightbulb

I am that faint flickering lightbulb juxtaposed amongst the bright, colorful, sparkling ones. Sometimes, you don’t notice me when the lights are out and the rest our gone, or maybe you do because my dim and lowly glow shyly illuminates the vast darkness that surrounds you and me...

I tried to convince myself not to write about this. For a number times I felt the exact sentiment towards you—I feel so estranged, a substitute, that darn person that you remember when the cooler bunch of your group is not around. Or is it just me being uncool and too sensitive? No, not really. I simply believe that that’s role I will be playing for the most part of our friendship. It’s a sad reality at this point, I can never see myself perfectly fitting in. Not all genuine act of kindness and loyalty is reciprocated and I accept that. But I promise to remain just the same, the day you smiled at me and laughed at my first silly joke, the day that you accepted me as a friend. I will remain unchanged. I’ll never turn my back away from you, although I am deeply hurt by your insensitivity, I will never treat you this way. I treasure you so immensely.

I apologize to whoever's reading this right now, I am just plain sad.. plain sad..