Like Jenny

It was his first time.

And he walked timidly down the aisle.
At each row he was again embraced by rejection.
"Taken!"
"Taken!"

Then a little hand patted a seat.
And a voice invited...
"You can sit here!"

She knew pain.
She knew betrayal.
She knew rejection.

She could've used that knowledge as a justification for bitterness.

Instead she used it for compassion.
For acceptance.
For love.

I want to be like Jenny.

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