It hurts.It hurts. It really does. The low ache in my heart is like the dull pain that remains after the sharp one is gone, the numbed ache that throbs with every minute instant that passes. But my heart beats on, and every pulse is agony.It's as if I don't exist. We used to hang out together. Not anymore. The only time he calls me now is when he needs help with homework. We still have lunch - but she's there too.The way he flirts with her – while I'm standing there with them: it… She's not like me. Loud, energetic, fun. Not like me. I'm not her. And I can't be her. She's so nice - fun to be with. I can't blame him for liking her, and how can I compare?What he wants is what I was. Now I'm too tired to be energetic, too depressed to be vivacious, too jaded to be naive. And the more he ignores me the more sullen I get.