I've let it go for several months. I thought, given time, she'd relent and talk to me again. She hasn't. it's eating me alive. I'm no longer nervous to give her a call, but now that I've found someone who doesn't want to know me, I'm no less fearful than I was before. To say the experience of rejection makes the act less potent... those are just words strung together. They make good poetry. I am fearful. I'm fearful she's slipped out of my life. I'm fearful I'll never have the opportunity to discover what went wrong. I'm fearful never saying anything means she's gone for good.