i used to want a daughter whose cheeks would be flushed whenever she played too hard or got too warm, roselyn, rosey for short, and this idea was my favorite, until we broke up and you kissed a girl with flushed cheeks, who also happened to be my best friend. i used to love my short hair and the way it curled up after showers, something in me even thought about cutting it shorter, until you told a girl with straight hair, a girl with long hair, that hers was beautiful, "af." i used to like that chinnese restaurant downtown, until i walked in while you were "working" and saw you with your ex. i used to want to take you to every school dance with me, until one day i got the courage to ask and you told me they weren't really your thing. i used to think that when i started driving, id bring you lunch, and occasionally surprise you with your favorite things on your doorstep, until i realized i wasnt the only girl who also thought this was a cute idea, and beat me to it. i used to think i was special because i knew all your secrets, at least i thought, and you let me in while you shut everyone out, until i realized "everyone" eventually became me too.