An over-reaction to a rejection that happened years ago. It was a messy process where the rejection was no more than implied (on her part) and inferred (finally, on my part) without much any clear communication in between. Not a confidence booster (yes, some rejections are!). It’s hard to not feel like a creep sometimes, and situations like this don’t help things. Although I did learn from the process that I am no good at inferring implied messages…
This poem marks the beginning of a period of decidedly romantic (in the historic sense of the word) melodramatic dabblings. In my defense:
- Romanticism, as much as I hate to admit, agrees with the second law of thermodynamics,
- I was a hormonal teenager, and furthermore,
- I am happy to announce my full recovery.
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