Don’t tell me

We loosely agreed to meet again. Loosely. I know. However, he cancelled. I’m devestated, but I know I shouldn’t be. I am. It hurts so *** much. I’m not being fair, but I am taking it personally. I should be glad for him. Difficult to explain why. I’m not being a friend. I feel so hurt. Don’t tell me that this, too, shall pass. I refuse to believe it. Wrote him again. Very shortly after. Maybe I shouldn’t have. I don’t want to seem desperate. But then I am. Hoping for an answer, again. Please. This can’t be true. I refuse to believe that one day I will laugh at this.