I was recently asked out by a male coworker. It was one of those moments I kind of saw coming.
We’d developed a casual coworker connection months before he asked me out. We closed the wellness center we worked at together one night every week. On cold, dark winter nights, like a true gentleman, he walked me to my car in the parking lot next to the soup kitchen located across the street.
There was a warmth to our banter and casual hellos that felt comfortable — and an energy in the pauses between words that felt like a warm hug. To be honest, our connection made me nervous. It made me nervous perhaps, because the desires that lingered within it seemed at odds with each other. Within the hug-like energy there was an awkwardness. His “hug” felt like it was romantic and too close for comfort; mine felt friendly, comrade-like, and perhaps a bit too standoffish.
Connection is such a broad word. It speaks of moments where another sends you deeper into yourself. It speaks of silence between words and thoughts that feel like home. Connection isn’t something we necessarily do, rather, it is something we are. We are here, you and me, having this dance between these words I am writing on this page.
For the empath, the line between self and other is sometimes so thin that it feels like a veil of us.
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