I wasn’t hurt that he didn’t want to be my boyfriend. I was aware that it wouldn’t lead to anything, and I was sadder, about more than anything, that I would eventually be losing a friend.
There’s a rule in New York if you’ve lived there long enough. If you see someone crying, in pain, on the street, you let them be.
Someday, I am going to love someone so much more. Someone is going to love me so much. I know what I deserve, and I won’t accept anything else. I’m not going to let some jerk define my story.