You know it gets harder. Once you’ve been rejected more than you have ever been accepted for who you are and what’s inside. It gets harder each time someone walks out for no reason. It gets harder when someone won’t tell you why you weren’t good enough to begin with. It gets harder when you realize that you would have made him your world and lose yourself in the process.
I would have made him my world, I lost myself in the process trying to prove that.