Defeated

Meh! I wasn't really into him anyway. But, at least, I thought he was a potential boyfriend.

Everything seemed pretty fine until Frodo emerged out of nowhere and brilliantly intercepted all the vague and subtle hints I'd been sending to Ambrosius without my knowledge.

So, in the end, I was effortlessly exterminated. Like a soldier ambushed from behind and instantly shot to death. Painlessly.

I lost the game. To someone who looks prettier than me but has alopecia and is as tall as a hobbit.

Although my description of Frodo sounds a bit too pejorative with a mixture of jealousy and the smell of vengeance, I'm definitely not as vindictive as I might sound.

I was just filled with some sort of inexplicable desolation and animosity. Which I think is quite acceptable when someone you like chooses someone else instead of you. Maybe, I haven't garnered enough experiences in love to anticipate certain possibilities and to realize the importance of certain variables that will influence the outcome. And God must have been very compassionate to let me have a glimpse of the heartbreaks that usually accompany one thing in life that is never enough, which is love.

In future, if I ever fall for someone again, I will make my feelings clear and be assertive, which trumps shyly keeping all your feelings to yourself and not getting what you want in the end.

Lastly, I'd like to thank Lexxie for comforting me and telling me what I needed to hear. So sweet of him! :) And those mouth-watering biceps of his! Argh!