Spencer had been the guiding light in my life for thirty years. We grew up together, attended school together, and everyone knew I'd always followed him.
I stayed around him as his friend. From supporting his pursuits and dating of Gloria to witnessing his heartbreaks due to Gloria's departure, I'd been there every step of the way.
I didn't recall when I started developing feelings for him, but during his relationship with Gloria, I endured the agony of unrequited love.
After Gloria left and Spencer was heartbroken.
I confessed my feelings, and we eventually married.
We had known each other since we were five, dated at twenty, married at twenty-six, and welcomed our daughter Dora at twenty-nine. Now, Dora was six.
I had followed Spencer for thirty years. For thirty years, my burning gaze had never left him.
For thirty years, I spent all my precious youth on him.
For thirty years, I gave my all, thinking that one day I would have a place in his heart.
But I was wrong. In his heart, I was just the second-best option.
He had always been the one who was doted by love, while I had gotten used to being humble and making sacrifices.