Substitute

“I was just a substitute. Deep down, he never stopped loving her.”

“It’s hard to forget someone. Love leaves a permanent imprint in our hearts.”

“And I told him to win her back. How foolish could I get? Am I really very foolish?”

“If you really love him, you should let him go…”

“That’s clichéd. Who the hell believes that?”

“Then what do you intend to do?”

She never answered. Dead drunk.

“Am I a substitute too?”