Not her

Yes, it’s true — maybe I’m not that good. Maybe I am, but not as much as she is. Sometimes I wish I were, so you’d look at me the way you look at her. You say you love me, but I know you’re lying. Or maybe… maybe you do love me, just not more than her. Maybe I’m just a moment, and she’s forever. You’re not obligated to love me, only to understand me.