The first thing he pointed out was the disconnect that radiated from me to him through the lackluster embrace. Pretty sad I no longer have the skill I used to, to cover up and give someone a warm greeting. Do I really wear my heart on my sleeve… That apparently?
Maybe it was because I was still wearing my shoes.
I tend to decide, if not blame, things on the state of my feet. And I had missed the step of taking off my shoes before walking inside and ordering.
I’ve learned that when I leave my shoes on, I keep my tensions-thoughts-and negativity built up within my body and my head. But the minute I take off my shoes… Maybe that simple liberation frees my mind.
So the end of this is to Randy:
I’m terribly sorry for the disconnected, simply spaced out hello. but thank you for understanding it. For someone I’ve met about 4 times and spoke to 3 times, you read me well (though it doesn’t seem to be too hard as of late).
Slowly winding down,
Kayla
