Here we are, face to face. You can’t look me in the eye. “There’s something I want to say,” I tell you. “What is it?” you mumble. “What if I told you I like you,” I say. You don’t answer, but shuffle on both feet. The floor seems more interesting. That silence says everything, but also nothing at all. Are you shocked? Are you pleased? Just say something, and finally you do. “I like you, but…” But nothing. And I walk away.

People disappoint me. I have been rejected by bad boy Jamie, and that makes me sad and hurt. He was supposed to come around and gave every indication that he was going to. But his messages dried up yesterday, and today there is silence. I had high expectations, and this always seems to be the killer.

I am wired to form trusting relationships and have people to love. Am I mistaking love for lust? Do I need empathy, companionship, commitment, or consideration? Is Jamie someone I want in my life?

Tonight, I am the victim, and choose to be, and will agonise about things for hours to come. And then, I will be kind to myself, and realise that my energy is better spent elsewhere, and I will get my needs.