Clamshell.
I wonder if I should be happy that I am still not jaded. I still get hurt when I step into the world of grey.
I reach out for friendship, they close the door; keep me at a safe distance. I am not used to rejection. I feel inadequate. Was not there a sense of friendly intimacy? Was it, is it, all a farce? Why do I keep on trying to reach out? Shouldn’t I have learned from rejections past?
All I know is I feel foolish for making myself vulnerable, for caring.
