Nothing but a rebound

My crime was that I loved you and believed that you loved me too.

It's been a while since I stopped reminiscing about you.

I got over the obsession that was you.

I've changed now. And I believe, so have you.

But sometimes I still wonder.. Do you still hold her like a glass princess?

Do you still look at her like she is the moon?

Do you still breathe in her scent like oxygen?

Do you still whisper promises of eternity into her ear?

But most of all... I wonder, do you still love her the way I loved you?

It's strange. Our relationship, I mean.

What exactly are we?

I am that extreme measure taken by him to get back that, which he loves more than life, that, which was once his.

I am a rebound.

I was surprised that this has a name.

Then I realized this happens every now and then.

He is always willing to take that extreme measure to make sure she doesn't leave.

Do we not deserve a Him like that?

Is this the sole purpose of our creation?

We do have genuine feelings. We would fight the universe for you. We would hold you till the end of time. We would guide you throughout your life. We would be slaves to you. We would think of you only. We would do anything it takes to have you spare a glance at us.

But when you do... It's not with love. It's with need.

But my love for you makes it very hard to not fulfill your heart's desire.

So I do. I fulfill your heart's desire and maybe mine too. After all, everything that my heart knows is you.

You looked happy. You didn't look back at me.

She was the world to you. She was your everything. So you took the extreme measure.

Tell me, do I not deserve to be Her, to someone?