When everyone else refused to offer him a shoulder, I was there for him. When his pride was hurt, I came to slap the bandage right on his heart. When no one else felt the need to protect him, I marched down to aid him.   But I'm not the one.   I am not the one he wanted to cry on. I am not the one he wanted a rescue from. I am not the one he wanted help from.   I was just never meant to be "the one."