Shamed because the concept of waiting to get what I want made me seem desperate and clingy;
Hurt because the love I gave to him was never given back in return;
Embarrassed because time after time, I'd find myself getting laughed at when I got hurt over and over again.
He made me stronger, They made me persevere.
They gave me the strength to prove them wrong.
They gave me the energy to love even harder than before.
They made my scarlet letter and thing of beauty, and awesome ray of light.