Belief

She told me she didn’t believe in religion.
I struggled to tell her I didn’t believe in her.

She said she was under no obligation to love me,
and I believed her.
She said that no one would accept me like she did, 
and I believed her.
She said that nothing could come from being religious,
and I thank God I didn’t believe her.

I believe I could handle the rejection. I think.
But I hated the doubt. 
My self-doubt, the doubts about tomorrow and worse of all
the doubt that she ever cared enough to warrant calling it rejection.