I just wasn't the one.

I won, but at what cost?

I mastered everything they said mattered.

I became the kind any girl would dream of.

But I guess—she wasn’t like the other girls.

I did everything right —

perfected the looks, the body, the talent, the mind.

And still… I lost.

Then there was him —

flawed, unpolished, imperfect in a lot of ways. The very opposite of me.

Yet somehow… he won.

How? Why?

I lacked nothing, yet I still lost.

He lacked so much, yet he still won.

I did everything right.

I had many victories in life,

but at what cost?

Because none of those wins were for pride.

They were for one bigger victory —

her.

I learnt too late,

that some battles aren’t meant to be won.

Maybe…

I just wasn't the one.