Someone’s Favorite 🌸

Maybe that's all I've ever wanted.

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I never asked
to be someone's favorite.

Not the loud kind of favorite
that fills rooms with balloons and candles.

Just the quiet kind.

The kind that remembers
how I take my tea,
which songs I skip when I'm hurting,
why I stare at sunsets
a little longer than everyone else.

I've watched people move mountains
for the ones they love.

They remember birthdays
months in advance.

They save screenshots
of conversations
they never want to forget.

They notice
when their favorite person
goes unusually quiet.

They don't have to be asked.

They simply know.

Long drives.
Handwritten notes.
Flowers for no reason.
Tiny "I saw this and thought of you" moments.