What kind of experience is it to be rejected by the goddess in public?

Being rejected by the goddess in public is a sad and shameful experience. Because of strict school management, there is not much intersection between boys and girls in our class. As far as I'm concerned, I seldom talk to girls at school. When I first saw her, I was moved. Then I had a crush on her for three years. I used to only like long hair until she cut it short.

Yesterday was the third anniversary of our acquaintance, and I realized that if I don't confess now, I won't have this chance again. Encouraged by my heart and friends, I went to confess. It was originally scheduled for seven o'clock in the evening, but later I thought it was too early, so I put it off again and again. I swore to my good friend: if I don't leave today, I won't be a man. At eleven o'clock, I hesitated for a long time under the extreme pain in my heart, and finally issued a sentence I had typed, and then quickly typed the rest, feeling relieved. Turn it off and sleep. But I can't sleep.

This is the first time I have said this in my life, and it may be the first confession she received in her life. I tossed and turned, I knew this confession was impossible, and I also told her that I was ready to fail, because I didn't have much in common, so I was not a friend. But I still have to say it, or I will regret it for the rest of my life.

All right, that's all. She'll see it, too Then go to bed. I fell asleep very late in a daze, and I got up at six this morning and didn't reply. I think I sent it too late and got up too early.

But I'm still unhappy all morning. Find various ways to divert my attention. Only to find that chatting with friends is not in a good mood, and animation can't stand it at all. In the meantime, she sent four articles about it, so she must have read my words. Why not reply? I don't even want to say no? The more I think about it, the more I feel suffocated. When I went to Zhihu to look for hope, I found despair.

Wait a minute. Hearing the news here, my heart beat faster and then stopped instantly. At half past two in the afternoon, I finally got a reply. There is no doubt that the answer is not clear, but any fool can see it. My mood is unexpectedly a little better.

I already knew the answer, and I expected that she would refuse me. Because what I am afraid of is not failure, but that I am not qualified to fail. After being rejected, I really looked down on it. I can finally put it down. I'm thinking that confession is not the other person's business, it's your business. Confession is not to let the other person accept you, but to let yourself have an account of your feelings. The regret in life is not what you did, but what you didn't do. Being rejected can sober you up.