When I can't stop thinking about someone, it feels like my thoughts are spilling out of my head and splattering all over everything. Everything.
Of course this means he feels the same way. How couldn't he?
When I am grieving, what I expect is for the world to stop. Stop everything. Even the clocks. In words of W. H. Auden -
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
How dare the sun still be shining when my insides are all darkness?
When I am angry I stomp around certain I can slam every door with my thoughts. Knock over the vase on the coffee table. Blow the windows out with my fury.
This is what my very convincing feelings do - they make me assume nothing else exists, and that others for certain feel what I feel.
Do you know what makes me inconsiderate, disrespectful, self-centered? Believing my feelings. Assuming you feel what I feel because I feel it means I leave no room, make no consideration, for what you might feel.
If I feel passionate about you and I kiss you without asking, this is me assuming we are one, expecting you want what I want.
I am taking for granted an absence of boundaries: I am believing you have none.
So yes, when I feel, it feels like you feel. But, I don't know what you feel. You are not me. You are a whole different person, and my feelings - even my powerful, overwhelming feelings, even when they are true and certain - my feelings stop with me.
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