I’ll just add that moment to my bank of sickening failures and situations of utter self-humiliation.
“You can talk with someone for years, everyday, and still, it won’t mean as much as what you can have when you sit in front of someone, not saying a word, yet you feel that person with your heart, you feel like you have known the person for forever…. connections are made with the heart, not the tongue.”
From something I didn’t give a second thought to, and never would have considered an issue in the first place, has now become something that is bothering me far, far more than it should be. We’re both adults, so why not handle it professionally and actually speak to me about your concerns? Or another thought, why not simply build a bridge, and get over it? I had, until his morning, when you decided to make it a problem.