Time Enough For My Tears

I wonder how we came to be.
Everything seemed so wonderfully Fairytale at first; I was the damsel in "distress"; you, the knight in Shining Armour galloping up on a white steed.
But Fairytales never end Happily Ever After.
How was I to know?

Instead, we drifted further apart, separated by our distance, the animosity between our respective friends.
They don't think I'm good enough for you.
They don't think you're good enough for me.

(Fair Enough.)

But now, you shamelessly flirt with the girls who once went, to me, "Yeuu aRRee a SLuTt", and even insist upon adding all my friends' on Friendster/MSN/whatever, sometimes even adding random girls off the street and commending them on their beauty.

You always talk to them.
You laugh with them.
You smile at them.
You charmed them.
But what about me?

Am I simply an 'item' in your Jeweled Collection of telephone numbers, email addresses and number of girls talked to?
Are you tired of me, and thus stored me in a corner, like an ugly old hat stand: unattractive, but useful?
I notice that whenever you talk to me, it is only to ask me of a favour, a request.
Sure, we do mumble greetings at one another and occasionally ask how our days went, but it's not the same anymore.

You used to make me laugh with your witty, cheeky antics.
I miss your mysterious smile that extended right up to your eyes.
I used to be your good friend.
Is it because of The Confessions which ruined it all?
Which caused you to start avoiding me, and seek solace with someone else?

You used to tell me your secrets, your Deepest, Darkest fears.
I kept them, wrapped tightly in a blanket and stored in the inner depths of my heart.
Thus it became a part of me, too; if I could help share the burden, surely it would help.

You used to care.
You'd take any oppurtunity to talk to me, even a simple, "HEY HOW DID YOU DO IN YOUR TEST TODAY?".
I could tell you eveything that was bothering me.
But are you rattling them off to your friends as I type?
I haven't told anyone. I really haven't.
But I don't know if I can trust you anymore.
Show me I can.

I wonder if I ever did like you.
The tilt of the corners of your mouth would engage me to smile, too.
Your laugh made me laugh.
And the intensity of your eyes made me feel as if I could fall into them, Forever and Ever.
If your name was mentioned, my heart would skip a beat.
Anybody who talked bad about you would soon be reprimanded by me.
I didn't believe in those things that they said.

But I don't know what's happening now anymore.

Give me a sign.
Talk to me.