All I want to feel for him in this moment is happiness that he found that. Instead, I’m overcome with guilt and a stinging pile of self-hatred, because beyond the genuine happiness lies the weight of wishing there was somebody out there, anybody, who might understand what it’s like to sit there day after day, on your best behavior, hoping, dreaming that someone might choose you. Might spend five minutes talking to you and go, Hey, I think I want to take a chance on her. I think I want to keep her. I think I want to love her.
Oh Rosie 😭
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