Unrequited
I’ve been like this ever since I can remember…the very first instance was when I was 5 years old. I had a crush on my next-door neighbor and would spend recess chasing him around the playground begging for a kiss. Of course, once he told his mother, and his mother told my mother, I stopped. (I also lied to my mom about it, vehemently denying doing anything of the sort.)
I guess you could call it my first rejection.
It would not be my last.
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(FYI - I'm not depressed...I just had to get this off my chest.)