I feel small and insignificant and easilly left behind. We were doomed from the start and I knew it but I pushed it as far as I could... I can't regret that. I believe in magic and I believe in fun. But now I feel so small. Something he wouldn't commit to. Irresistable but not realistic. Fun but certainly not important. What it all boils down to is one sad love song on a blank, finger-printed cd and only a few weeks of memories which amount to... Looking back, was I always just a small nothing? And he, was he always knowing I was nothing and just trying to tear himself away. Did my charms, my quirks drive all his senses away but alas he knew that it was just my quirks, that he wouldn't love me no not even try. He pushed me away, he did his best, but I kept at it. I kept at it. He knew there was nothing, he knew he wouldn't try for something, he kept his girlfriend on hold while he took my textmessages, oh he didn't even call. And I know all the other girls, I mean, I know there are so many more. And I realize that I wasn't even a month-long nothing. I'm three weeks of hand holding bottled up in a sad song. I never even got a happy song.