rejected for the 100 times
I confessed to her a hundred times. Not once with flowers. Not once with some dramatic speech stolen from a movie. Just me — standing there every single time with my stupid, hopeful heart in my hands. And every single time, she rejected me. Sometimes with silence. Sometimes with a tired sigh. Sometimes with that cold look in her eyes that made me feel like I was bothering her just by existing. “I’m not interested.” “You should stop.” “You’re wasting your time.” The words changed, but the feeling never did. Still, I kept coming back. Maybe because I loved her. Or maybe because I was addicted to the tiny hope that one day she would finally look at me differently. today i decided to ask her one more time... for the 100 time,
About rejected for the 100 times
I confessed to her a hundred times. Not once with flowers. Not once with some dramatic speech stolen from a movie. Just me — standing there every single time with my stupid, hopeful heart in my hands. And every single time, she rejected me. Sometimes with silence. Sometimes with a tired sigh. Sometimes with that cold look in her eyes that made m...Read more