Early this spring I was finally coming to terms with being single and even starting to be happy. I wasn’t thinking about anyone a lot. And then, someone I had asked out but didn’t get to go out with started talking to me again, and I managed to get about two dates before she rejected me saying she wasn’t looking for anything romantic.
I’ve been kind of broken since then, like the universe led me on just to betray me and laugh at me. I’ve been doing my best to avoid stalker-ish habits like watching her social media or even thinking about her but it’s tearing at me. I don’t want to be a freak or do something wrong. It feels like reality itself wanted to play a cruel joke and it just hurts. It really really hurts.
