I Tried and Failed
After weeks of talking to a guy, we finally met. In the days leading up I would say I wasn't completely excited about it. I did want to meet him, but I was quite unsure how it would turn out. We met for coffee (a typical date I suppose). We had a nice time, asked questions of each other, and parted ways. I didn't have butterflies in my stomach. I wasn't nervous. That should be a good thing, right? In my case it wasn't. I felt bad as I didn't know how to convey this to him. I felt bad because I know what it's like to like someone and not have it reciprocated. I knew I had to be honest and not just stop communicating with him. I was as honest as I could be (via text the next day). He appreciated my honesty and we said our goodbyes. I felt at peace about it.
Getting through this date allowed me to practice for the next one. It showed me people will not always connect with each other. It showed me that failing in this way creates an experience to grow from.
Like a little tree, I will grow.
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