Rejection

Every time you wear the shirts that she gave you, I am reminded of how much you love the other one, and how much devotion, loyalty, and faithfulness you have for her.

You told me the other day, that because she held a higher place in your life, you of course, pursued her and tried to fix whatever problem you had with her.

Whereas with me, you always drove me out when there was a problem.  And you always rejected me.

This is the thing you always bestowed on me: Rejection.

Nobody ever treated me this way except for you.  And no one else gave me that feeling of being unwanted except you.

I am a reject.