Same Old Stuff

Just a squirrel trying to get a nut, Imagine a lover, heart in hand, standing vulnerable before the object of their affection. Their words, filled with hope and longing, hang in the air, only to be met with a gentle but firm rejection. The lover's heart sinks, a mix of sadness and acceptance washing over them. The moment is bittersweet, a poignant reminder of the risks and rewards of opening one's heart. The sting of rejection is sharp, but it also carries a quiet strength, a testament to the courage it takes to love.