The words were a pained cry at the end of long email, and probably as hard to write as they were for me to read.
“I can’t be who you want me to be. Please just give me some space.”
My friend was having a tough time, and though she’d made it clear she needed privacy, I had not been able to resist “checking in” through email, extending invitations. A few times.
Had I actually been pursuing a campaign, not of concern, but of subtle aggression?