It's been a long time since I've been dumped. I thought I'd cry, but tears didn't come. Too confused I think for the pain to really sink in. That I'd been invited and loved, and then her to think we don't fit from such a short time spent lounging in bliss? My soul is not so shallow to be plumbed in mere weeks. She is wrong for discarding me this way. I saw potential in us and had sought to explore the undiscovered flows of her soul and to assist her in mapping mine.

I have hope yet that she'll realize she's too hasty. But no word of mine has changed her mind. So I am left to action. I'll find a way to prove that she's wrong, or prove that she's right in the trying. I'll not force myself into her life, but I'll try make her see that there's more to me than what she thinks. That I'm worth overlooking the flaws that she sees.

It's odd that in the pain and confusion of this I find more motivation and purpose than I've ever known...maybe she's right and I'll fail in winning her back. But in trying I think I may finally have enough drive to really make something of myself.