Option vs. Priority

I would like to be a priority.
I don't want to be just an option to someone. Just another girl on the list. Just another girl vying for attention. Just another girl who texts you in the morning to say hi. Just another girl you talk to. I'm just another someone. No one in particular. No on special. I'm just an option.
Why? Am I not pretty enough? Am I not smart enough? Am I not trendy enough? Am I boring? Am I silly? Am I obnoxious? Am I everything you don't want?
My hair is too short. My face is too chubby. My fingers are too long. My boobs are too small. My hips are too big. My feet are too goofy. My laugh is too ridiculous. My voice is too high. My life is too stable.
It doesn't make sense, does it? Such a silly contradiction.
Hi, I'm Jessica. I have a stable job. I have a stable home. I have stable friends. I have a stable income. I have a stable life. I have a good life. I have an amazing life. I have a lot of love and laughter to share. Should I share it with you? Not if I'm just an option.
You're too short. You're hair is too dark. You're eyes are too green. You're cloths are too trendy. You're voice is too goofy. You're laugh is too magnificent. You're a priority. I'm an option. I don't think that's how it should work. Not today. Not ever.
She's beautiful and she is in love with you. Is she just an option as well?