empathy

His embrace as I opened the door was deliberately warm. Mine was disappointingly not.
We sat on the couch, our bodies forming a triangular opposite. My deliberate attempt to avoid intimacy. My attempt to 'wind things down' so when the inevitable news is delivered, it doesn't come as such a shock.
I may be the one delivering the news to myself, as a realisation I guess.
What's wrong with this situation? There is nothing wrong.
Much could be written about feeling out of place. Not feeling like it fit.
Put simply, the need to sort through a pile of feelings to separate the insecurities from the ones that say it isn't right. And those that say it is.