Yes, me...rejected. It's a tragic story, and if you're willing to stay long enough to hear all about it, you'll likely end up clutching a box of tissues.
Still here? Okay, but remember that you were forewarned...
Awhile back (I can't remember the exact date), I was informed by a certain young man that he planned to marry me one day because he loved me so much. It continued this way for quite some time with the little guy--excuse me, young man--insisting that he would indeed marry me some happy day in the future.
Speed up to a few days ago when this young man approached me and told me that he simply couldn't marry me after all...and he shrugged a tiny shrug. I was shocked and a bundle of uncertainty. Was it me? My cooking? My personality? What?
After some prodding, he finally said, “Erin, I can’t marry you because…because it will take me a long time to gwow up and you’re already gwown up.” *sniff* However, he did add, “But I still love you.” Sure, we can still be friends…right after I pick up all the tiny pieces of my broken heart… LOL ;)
And that's the story. Tragic though it may be, I hold no bitterness and wish the li'l guy every happiness in life. I've decided to push the entire incident from my mind and not to think about it any more as doing so might spark feelings of indignation...
Hmmm, but don't you just love his subtle insinuation that I'll be old and gray by the time he reaches manhood? Quite the affront to my pride... ;D
*Note: Any similarities noticed in the above photo between the perpetrator of my sadness and my little brother, Alexander, are purely coincidental. ;)
Posted by Erin at 10:54 AM