There was a saying which warned people to be careful what they wished for. That was exactly how I felt right now. I had longed feverishly for him to shun me so that I wouldn’t be forced to face those tempestuous sentiments that I felt in his regard. I had envisaged that it would have been better if it weren’t up to me to decide.
Now, it left me bereft with misery that he was the one to cut me out.
Pain emerged from everywhere, and I hugged myself to protect myself from the anguish which raked through my whole body. He wanted nothing to do with me. Wasn’t that worse than having him only as a friend? The thought of never seeing him again cut through me like a dagger, and I was stumped with the agony.
Why was it not possible for him to feel something for me instead? Why must he have been
