When all the years you felt so special and that nobody had given you this much attention, you'd start to think that maybe you are really something and that this person see something in you out of the ordinary. But when you wake up all too suddenly, with a pile of ideals and wishful thinkings, you'd realize that nothing could be more painful than knowing that no matter what you do, or what you say, you are just going to be that other girl who had made it to someone's list of preys and that you're just like everybody else, with no real excuse on the how's and why's. While you dwell on the thoughts about how surreal everything was and that how can something so wonderful, mean nothing, that it almost doesn't make any sense at all, you are that other girl he is going to forget and would never speak of, the other girl everyone's going to remember as the foolish girl who'd fallen on a mud hole before her,the other girl who is just a pigment of the past, the girl who thought she had it all, and that other girl who would bitterly look back and say, OH WELL!