I remember when...

I remember when every weekend, it was expected that you were coming over. I remember when you told me otherwise, yet it didn't bother me as much. I remember when Dad asked where you were when you weren't here. I remember waking up the next morning happy you were here. I remember when I lived for each weekend.
Now, you tell me when you're coming over. You knock. You have to see if you can fit me into your schedule. The weekends are like every other day except no school. When you say you're with someone else, I feel like breaking. Dad doesn't ask. There's just...nothing.