It only takes a few words implying rejection for me to slip into that high school skin. The insecurity and striving for someone to notice me, to like me, to give me a nod of approval.
A few days ago, the feeling of denial came through an email. Just a few sentences into it, I could feel myself going back to that timid girl trying to find her way, her calling, her niche.
I longed for a “yes” but felt like I was swarming in a sea of “no.”
I strove for someone to see me, but forgot about the eye that notices even the sparrow.
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