what hurts . . . is that i used to be the one. the one you talked to last before you went to bed. the one that you talked to every day before school. the one who you'd go out of your way to see. the one you'd unconditionally be with, && who you werent too busy to talk to. no matter what. but now? you never seem to have a second for me, even to talk. you only see me when it's totally necessary for you. your free time isn't free enough to be with me. you don't talk to me in the mornings. && you rarely talk to me each night before bed. i guess i've just got to start to accept that i am not the one - - she is