Rejection leaves you wondering which parts of you are insufficient.
You can play back every joke, every story, every extra effort you ever made just to hear his laugh one more time. Which parts of my affection weren’t appealing?
It’s been a while since I’ve felt anything, so I guess it feels like the first time all over again.
Maybe I’m whining a little more than I should be for someone who doesn’t even believe in monogamy anyway.
They say life is about perspective. We’re all looking at the same picture, just from a different angle. The same goal seen a million different ways.
I guess it’s the first time I’m seeing the playing field from this corner…
And this game sort of sucks.
Wild Little Hare 