I wish I could de-emotify memories.
I just remembered a time when someone I know was visibly upset (a tragic bereavement had recently occurred) and I stopped to ask if she was ok. She was having a sad moment I know very well, but it was really hard - I wanted to put my arms round her and offer some comfort, somehow, but I know she doesn't like me enough to have wanted that - so all I could do was just give her space.
The frustrated impulse still leaves me feeling awful though, the inability to help. I carried her grief away with me.
Whatever about love, unrequited like is a tough one too.
I just remembered a time when someone I know was visibly upset (a tragic bereavement had recently occurred) and I stopped to ask if she was ok. She was having a sad moment I know very well, but it was really hard - I wanted to put my arms round her and offer some comfort, somehow, but I know she doesn't like me enough to have wanted that - so all I could do was just give her space.
The frustrated impulse still leaves me feeling awful though, the inability to help. I carried her grief away with me.
Whatever about love, unrequited like is a tough one too.
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I've never considered this, but it's true!
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