You can’t feel what they’re feeling- not for a split-second. You have simply come to the reckoning that you may just be an over-empathetic person. Now, this can, in my mind at least, go one of two ways: either a) you enjoy it in simmering it down somewhat to a low murmur and opt upon only ever meeting people at the exact middle, ie. as in, doing one thing for the other and in equal measure. Or, then there is the ghastly and head-aching b) Otherwise, you’re gonna be a walking TALKING NUTshell of flailing emotions… and absolutely BEGGING to have a deep-ass personal poem/PROSE written about you 😆