At the moment, I am trying to keep up with my ever-changing emotions ever since I've read that response. Although I have readied myself for getting rejected, I still feel like crying, my heart sinking slowly. What did I expect? He- reciprocating what I feel towards him? Of course not, I just knew it. I knew it, it was a bad idea. I should have listened to my brain. I wished I never read it. I hoped I hadn't sent those emails. I was too into the idea of him that I've forgotten where I stand. At least he appreciated those right? I should be happy, shouldn't I? But he was grateful. He was thankful. and that was what I was asking for and the greatest equivalent of a respectful rejection. That was what I was hoping for but I can't help but be sad about it coming true. I was already lost from the moment he said he had his greatest love. What about the smiles and somersaulting tingling butterflies if it was all a mere image of creativity dose of hope..
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