It's been seven days. And I've come to the conclusion that I'm going to need some more time to recover from this one.
The thing that's different this time around is that I really did give this one my all, maybe even more than I knew I had previously. And despite the hurt feelings and disappointment, I don't regret having done so... because I now have no doubts in my abilities to take this kind of risk.
I'm sad, and I'll be sad for a bit longer. I'll cry and replay every incident from the past year wondering if I could've done things differently. But I'll know in my heart of hearts, that there was nothing. I gave it my all. I let down my guard. I opened myself up and was honest about my feelings.
But not all things are meant to be. I'll be woman enough to accept it.
I'm going to give myself a "quiet season" where I go under the radar for a bit to heal and regroup. And hopefully, I'll reemerge a better, stronger version of myself.