Ron

It was too painful for you. It all started in childhood, when you met some of your mother's friends. One of them had a son named Ron, the same age as you. Even though you were a girl, you became incredibly close. He became your dearest and closest friend. Later, you went to the same school. Always sitting at the same desk, endlessly chatting—you were inseparable. People around you were even convinced you were a couple.

But one day, a new girl appeared in the class. At first, you became friends with her and felt truly happy. However, over time, Ron began to distance himself. All his attention, care, and conversation now belonged to her. And you... you began to feel like a third wheel, just a shadow in their company.

Determined to get to the bottom of things, you invited Ron to a café for a frank conversation. But his cold gaze made it clear he didn't want to be there. Just as you started talking, that same friend suddenly appeared. She noticed you at first, but upon seeing Ron, she immediately rushed to him, hugged him, and sang tenderly:

• Hello, darling!

It used to be your greeting. Your word. Your gesture. But Ron only beamed, genuinely happy to see her. In that moment, you finally understood: he hadn't chosen you. He had chosen her.