Rejection is about the other person: it’s a reflection of their mistaken perception. If they don’t want to hang around with you it’s their loss. Feel sorry for them. They got it wrong. Focus on the ones who made the smart move.
what will be, will be. good things and bad things happen, but in the end, you will find your way and everything will be how it’s supposed to be. just don’t let people or numbers define your self-worth. you are so much more than their judgment.
And i hope that when it’s 3am and i cross your mind, you feel like you jumped off the highest building and your ribs crack from the fall. And I hope when restlessness is your only companion, you think of me. And as you think of me you realise the beauty of heartbreak, the beauty that I felt for years.
And I hope you fall into piles of regrets and break the spine you never had, and I hope you rummage through your closet looking for pieces of me when someone asks how I’m doing. And I hope you find my first hand written letter to you and you get poisoned with the sweetness and genuineness of the words. And i hope your wounds remain raw long enough for you to realise, to never break another heart, to never betray another love. And I hope that you stare into your reflection in the mirror and you see a tear streaking down your cheek. And I hope that your inflated pride shatters from the weariness of your soul and I hope that the next person that comes to your life, keeps you in your place, unlike me. I hope she doesn’t make the same mistakes that I did.