favorite person

there was this time in life that you were the favorite person. ‎someone that would automatically pop up to their mind when they have something to rant. ‎someone who would cross their mind when they see something you'd like. ‎someone who they would saved stories for. ‎someone who they thought of when a song, a place, or an artists posted something that would hype you up. ‎and someone who would they sent a random photos to. ‎but that time would slowly slipped out of your grasp not abruptly but slowly and gradually, like losing your breath while still conscious of every second you are fading, and being unable to do anything but feel it happen. ‎the kind of loss where nothing big happens, yet each day, there is less and less of you left in what you once were to them. ‎as for me, there are still times i think about this, and I don’t know where it ended, only that one day i was no longer where i used to be. ‎somewhere in this lifetime, i was someone's favorite, before I slowly became less and less. ‎but i guess, what matters is there was a time.