Rejection comes in a thousand disguises, but it almost always feels the same. That guy that you never thought you would care for might dismiss you and reduce you to a smirk with no more hellos. When you see that old face again you might feel like his ex-girlfriend from high school that wore his jacket, made him better, and the girl under his arm will never know you were a faded name on his timeline.
If you’re reading this and your heart is healed, Praise Jesus! You can read this from the other side. But this one goes out to my girls that are broken and ashamed to admit it. This isn’t a post about staying pure or who should initiate and it is surely not about bashing men. This is for those of you hanging out in the woods of confusion and for those of you who are sick and tired of the friend zone.
You might be feeling something like Hannah Brencher describes in her book If You Find This Letter: “I didn’t like watching the wife tuck her head on his shoulder and watching him make tiny circles with his fingers on her back. I didn’t like how this scoffing little voice barreled into my head. ‘You? You think you can have that? You cray, girl. You. Are. Just. Plain. Cray.’ The voice never left me, even as I got older . . . and wonder if I would ever get to marry someone who would take my hand before dinner and pray with me about all the things I already knew human hands were never equipped to fix.”
So, when your heart is aching – keep it simple. If you’ve been hit, it’s okay to feel like a complete wreck. Don’t cover up with too many accessories and leave the empty phrases at home.
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