For her, there are no official rules in rejection. She behaves as she should, if and when she receives some; with grace, yet fiercely – in equal measure. She moves on when she wants and rarely explains why. These are her rules. And she never expects anyone else to understand them.
It’s taken years for her to be this carefree. To be this brave.
Although she can no longer see them, she knows they’re still there. The hidden reminders. The haunting memories of her past rejections. And the rules she once followed.
Prompted by link here.