Second Best

I tend not to care because caring yields expectations that can never be filled.
I try not to care about you.
But despite my best efforts I am always saddened at being your second choice.
Which means I probably cared and expected to be appreciated for all my care.
Still, I remain an afterthought.

I suppose I should probably be done.
But what kind of example would I be if I quite caring just because someone never appreciated me?
Isn't the truest form of care that which neither expects nor wants anything in return?
True selfless love and care.
Perhaps one day I will master the dance that gives you all of me, and doesn't hurt me over being second-best.