Maybe she’s prettier than me. Maybe she has a better body. Maybe she has nicer hair, eyes, smile, and clothes. Maybe she has better grades in college, is more successful, and is better organized. Maybe people like her more at first glance. Maybe she has a richer social life. Maybe she finds it easier to strike up conversations with new people. Maybe she’s the first person people notice when she walks into a room. Maybe she’s so beautiful that every man wants her and every woman envies her. Maybe she’s had someone once, so she knows what it’s like to be loved. Maybe. And maybe, just maybe, she doesn’t know what it’s like when you learn something new and that feeling comes flooding back from a place deep inside. Maybe she doesn’t know what it’s like to be the person people turn to, because they trust you the most. Maybe. Maybe I’m the one who’s destined for great things. Maybe I’m the one who, if I were to reach my full potential, would shine so brightly that I would have to be noticed.