Secondary

I was his one,
He was my only.

I was the cheese to his macaroni,
He was the bread to my Jelly.

She skipped up one day, bright and merrily,
He talked to her, eyes bright and sparkling.

I spoke to her, smile still shining,
She reached out to me, being friendly.

She told me the news, smiling happily,
He had asked her the question; 'Will you go out with me?'

She became his one,
She is his only.

She is his Ash,
I am his Gary.

She is his one,
I am only her secondary.