I walked out of the restaurant feeling like I had just experienced the most brutal rejection of my entire life.
Honestly, calling it a rejection almost didn't even feel accurate enough. It felt more like my confidence got picked up, thrown into a blender, and then launched straight into traffic afterward. And the worst part was that I hadn't even properly confessed yet.
That was the truly tragic part.
I didn't even get the chance to fully say what I wanted to say before my heart got folded like cheap laundry.
If I had at least confessed directly and gotten rejected after that, maybe I could've accepted it more cleanly. Maybe I could've told myself something dramatic like, "At least I tried." But no. Instead, I got shut down before things could even properly begin, which somehow made the whole thing hurt even more.
And honestly, I really thought something good could've happened between us too.
