When Will It Be Me?

I know for some instances that you literally choose her over me. I wanted you to pick me over her, for once. Fought for me like I did for you, for once. You said she was only your best friend, but I didn't think of the same way for the both of you. I can see, through her eyes that she loves you. Why? Because I used to look at you that way, until now. I used to think that maybe.. This is not the right time for us. That maybe, there is. But not now. It hurts so much whenever I see you with her. It's like tearing me into pieces. Though, I can smile on the outside. But on the inside, I swear it's killing me. You're a graduating student in our school and this is your last year. I hope it'll make a change this time, before you literally leave me (the school). I hope we can be friends, close friends. And maybe BEST FRIENDS like you and her..