Thursday 20/3/25
Rejection doesnt feel so bad when hes a gentle person that waited to hear your voice to ensure that u wont cry, who constantly told u its his honour to be someone you poured your heart into. It wasnt scary, like i was being wrapped in a warm blanket and dropped softly on the floor. It still hurts, of course, but never because of that beautiful soul. In fact, i would take his rejection over anyone else's acception any day. Because for everything, if he were to remember me as a passerby, i would happily be a passerby.
Live happy, dear you.