Rejection

I’ve almost forgotten how painful it is to be rejected. These past few years, I have been pretty laid-back regarding the dating scene that I have usually been the one doing the rejecting, and not the other way around. Maybe it was because of what happened with WrongAtAllLevels, my last serious boyfriend, that I’ve been afraid to really put myself out there once again. So, even if there were other guys who came after him, I simply ended putting up too many walls between us that in the end, I found myself almost incable of loving again.
But I couldn’t help it.

Eventually, I fell inlove, despite my better judgement.

And I got rejected.

It’s not that Geoff Eigenman told me no. It’s that he didn’t tell me anything at all. And his silence was enough of an answer to me.

He didn’t feel the same.

People can say that maybe I’m overreacting. After all, Geoff didn’t really tell me that he wasn’t interested. But I’ve been guilty of playing that silence card before when I wasn’t particularly interested with a guy. I just didn’t say anything for fear of hurting that person’s feelings. I didn’t know that someday, someone was going to do the same thing to me.

That’s what I get for wearing my heart on my sleeves.

So, for now, I’ll just curl back into my shell and spend the next few days, drowning and forgetting that once again, love made a fool of me.