Destination Unknown

I’m brokenhearted. It’s not because I’ve been rejected outright by a prospect — I haven’t even tried winning a lady for like a billion years. It’s because I feel like I’ve been betrayed by someone who I thought was going to be an amazing friend of mine.

Being that this is a public domain, I will not mention names and I do not have interest in letting anyone know who she is exactly. Nor am I even going to give you a clue, so if you’re wondering how long I have known her, then sorry to say this, but you’ll be left wondering. I think this is the best way to discuss this issue, since it hurts me much less when I’m vague.

The sequence of events were, at the very best, bewildering. This girl was pretty cool to me before, and I thought we were at the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Then we had to drift apart because we had to, umm, go back to work. And snap! Suddenly, she refuses to talk to me. She refuses to answer whenever I send her text messages and even try to call her. She refuses to add me on friendster. And while you may think I’m being pathetic for being persistent, all I have been trying to do is to thank her for the good times we’ve shared before. That’s just how I am and I haven’t once got treated badly because of this.

If it had been clear to me that I have done something terribly wrong to her then I would be willing to accept and take full responsibility of why I’m being spited. However, that’s not the case. As far as I know, I haven’t done anything and we’re not even at the stage of relationship where we would just tolerate each other once either of us does something horrible. So it makes even less sense to me that after being warmly receptive of my company for several days, she’s been avoiding me. I just don’t get it and it’s not like curiosity will get me any closer to answers either. I hate this confusion.

And thus, I’m getting the blues. Every time I find someone who I can hang on dearly to, I get extraordinarily happy. And every time I find someone who I thought I could hang on dearly to, only to find out later that I couldn’t, I get distressed. It’s like finding out that you’ve won lottery, only to learn later that you actually haven’t. It’s thing like this that easily makes me forget the concept of a "bright life" again. I might as well go back to my jaded self as the world spins madly on.

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