I was ..rejected? That's a first. It's usually the other way around. New boytoy, new flame. And the vicious cycle starts again.
This one's d i f f e r e n t .
You see, as much as I hate to admit it; Hope is a powerful thing, and I've ben able to hold on long enough to make a difference. Five-years worth of a difference.
Rejection isn't so bad, actually. I was rushing things, and that's a surefire way to make this end badly. So now I'm left to gather up my thoughts and regain my composure. Here's to taking things slowly and doing things right this time around.
Weakness, sweet weakness. How I'd love for you to give in.