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In a few hours I will have to get up and pretend like my heart and soul were not crushed this weekend. I will have to forget the moments we spent together where I felt there was a connection and try not to analyze those moments to mean something else, something bad, something rejecting. When I see this person I will have to smile and say how great I am, because if I let on to any amount of hurt feelings the awkwardness and pity begins. The very last thing I want to receive from someone who I've poured my heart out to is pity... it's worse then rejection.