When Someone Doesn’t Choose Me

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There’s a sting that comes when someone doesn’t choose me.

When I show up open, honest, willing—and it’s not met. When I feel something real, and they… don’t. Or maybe they do, but not enough to stay. Not enough to try.

And for a long time, I made that mean something about me.

“You’re not enough.”
“You were too much.”
“You scared them off.”
“You did it wrong.”

But the truth is—their decision isn’t a measure of my worth.

People walk away for all kinds of reasons that have nothing to do with who I am. And sometimes, rejection is just redirection wrapped in pain.

I can grieve it.
I can feel it.
But I don’t have to carry it as a reflection of my value.

I am still loveable.
I am still growing.
I am still becoming.

And the right people?
They won’t need convincing.

They’ll choose me freely—because they want to.

Until then, I’ll keep choosing myself.