We all want it. To be that one. The one who takes someone's breath away. The one who is seen from across the room and our mere presence creates something of an obsession. We want to be noticed and adored. We want to be loved, recognized as unique and precious. To have someone see us, truly look into us and treasure what they hold.
Then it happens, we see someone, we take that quick breath, feel that sudden recognition of what we want. And we become the person we wish existed for us. Which is glorious, if that person feels the same. But if that person doesn't, if we alone smile. If their response is to look right through us, past us. What then? We move on. We say it was not meant to be. We were not right for each other... But, in the end we have lost. We saw value in another but they did not, in turn see our worth, they missed our beauty. Rejection, even in the slightest of its twists, hurts.
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