Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned :P
It hurts just the same. I keep telling myself it’s over but it’s exactly the same. You never get over your first love, though you may reach the point where you cant stand seeing him and the idea of having a conversation with him starts you yawning but you’ll still not be over him. It’s like the cut you get when a bangle breaks on your wrist. The glass goes inside the skin, there’s a crazy amount of bleeding, and though it all heals at some point and it doesn’t hurt anymore, the scar will always remind you how much it hurt when it happened. Crying doesn’t help, neither does making a list of all his faults and other reasons he doesn’t deserve you, nor the hour long counseling sessions with one’s friends. You can’t anesthetize heartbreak for some reason. It’s cureless, like the cold except that the cold gets you sympathy. The damn thing.
But I still believe that everybody should get rejected at least once in their life. They should hurt and suffer, drive themselves crazy with humiliation and self-loathing, cry their eyes out and lie to everyone that everything is “all good” when it isn’t. It’s so far from all good that it’s funny. I could claw his eyes out for ignoring my feelings, if i had nails. His not-so-gorgeous-face would have scratches inches deep, and then he’d have nothing to be so egotistical about. I’ll never feel complete until I know where i lack, what he thinks i don’t have, other than fingernails; and even that is lucky for him. Love is a bitch generally, but when it’s one sided it’s vicious and rabid as well.