The Art of Catching Feelings

by Alicia Thompson

You’re so predictable, he’d said after the first time. I know you. But he didn’t. He never had.

He didn’t know if he could handle it, having people ask how he was doing

Now he wondered if he’d known more about what was going on, if he’d have been able to do anything differently. He wished he’d paid more attention. That was a dangerous road to go down, one he traveled most nights when he couldn’t fall asleep.

C: No. I don’t dance.

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So I just love finding books I’d spend a lifetime with,

“I want to worship you,”

“But intention doesn’t really matter in situations like this. It’s only about the impact,

Sometimes when he touched her he felt like he could die, and that would be all right.

“You have every right to be angry. If I were you, I would be. All—” “But it wouldn’t be you,” he said. “Because I would’ve never done this to you.”

He realized that was what he’d been afraid of all along—not his manager’s frustration or impatience or irritation, but his compassion.