The rejection... is unimportant.
The mere fact that I- a selfish, arrogant, closed, depressed, frowning idiot, managed to fall in love, is beautiful.
I am finally happy... happier than I thought I would be for a long time.
I still promise to write about something that's actually important soon.
EDIT/HINDSIGHT:
Out of literally thousands of possibilities, the only method of rejection that could have hurt my feelings would have been to be rejected once, and rejected again, and again, and again, harder each time, just to drive the point home. Ignored. Then told that I am never to speak to this person again (back when that seemed to be the only thing I ever wanted) and then while I lie smarting, as a stream of salt upon an open wound, to find that my ugly little secret has been thrown open to the vultures and the crows of our species, finally forcing me to start believing that the blind trust I had in place was unwarranted.
It's funny how life managed to hit the nail right on the head on this occasion...
Oh and it wasn't love (No point in going into the details as it would only highlight my own insanity), but it was close enough.
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