The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly

If I were his priority, I would be his first thought in the morning his last view at night.

If I were his priority, no matter how angry how bad things got, he would fight for me or fight with me.

 If I were his priority, I would hear from him before the sun came up or went down.

If I was his priority, why would it never come out of his mouth or how?

 If I were his main priority, he would do more than just the bare minimum to ensure that I’m content with myself.