Choose?

If it's not about love, then it's all about choices. It's okay to be the one you don't choose, to be the left when you pick the right, to be the night when you prefer the morning. I am good enough at smiling. Someone will choose me someday. Someone who doesn't have any other choice when he knows he wants me. Someone who makes me the only choice he has to choose. Someone who thinks that no one is equally compared to me. Someone who always walks in my right side when I'm in the left. Someone who spends all night long with me and hopes morning comes slowly.