Our last phone conversation has left me hollow. I said we weren’t synching – connecting. You said it was me. Should I pretend everything was OK – that there weren’t awkward pauses – that everything flowed? We’re choosing our words too carefully and avoiding the taboo.
I want to meet you nose to nose – it’s hard to misconstrue when hearts beat one rhythm. I don’t know that I can continue in this limbo. I’m feeling terribly splayed and exposed. You are moving as always, making no adjustments nor apologies. And I am here – suspended.