Thirty-seven.

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So I waited a day.

A day turned into several.

Several turned into a week.

A week turned into several weeks.

It was clear.

She had no intention.

Of answering.

I didn't know what I felt.

I was bummed.

I was disappointed.

That she couldn't even tell me no.

If it wasn't a rejection.

What was it?

Because it wasn't yes.

We acted like nothing.

Ever happened.

We pretended again.

I let it go.

Because.

I didn't want to make things.

Uncomfortable.

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