the unfortunate past

everytime i read about your past,
about what she writes about you,
and all that you had done for her,
i think about the times you told me your feelings for her.

i wondered why i didn't step in first?
perhaps cos everyone will be and was on her side,
making me feel insignificant,
like i shouldn't belong,
where there isn't space for me.
the insecurity sets in,
and all i can think about is what will happen from now on.

i don't know.
what matters most is that we're together now.