...Is to be ignored. Especially when it's the moment you finally open up, finally comfortable enough to face the judgments of others. Ready to be loved, to be hated, and everything in between. Ready to connect, love, share, live, and care. Ready to make an impact, and let others impact you. Ready to actually matter, and let other people do the same. Instead, you're greeted by pure silence as others turn away, hoping you'll simply vanish, and no longer inconvenience them with your presence. Suddenly, it hits you in the face, how insignificant you really are. People don't even care enough to hate you, and everything you stand for. Completely unnoticed, both unintentionally and intentionally. Especially when it's someone you truly care for. When you spill your heart out to them. When they turn away from your heart, not even caring enough to spit upon it. When you honestly wouldn't care if they fucking hated your guts. As long as they acknowledged that you love them, and turned to face you. Even if they only faced you for one second, to spit on you, or for even longer, to point out that they wanted you dead. As long as they faced you, instead of you facing their back.