It's like we are from different materials. He is connecting himself with everyone we meet easy and in depth. They are always remember his face and name. I feel as if I move without leaving traces, as if he grows roots in any moment while I am passing by as if I never came.
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Another dimension to this is that there's truly no lesson here for me, but lessons for another. Maybe I am truly a tool in this case and have to accept my role and move on.
Perhaps it's just there's nothing here for me because I have once more given more space to the other's ways than mine. If I were by myself, things would have evolved differently.
Why am I making more space for the other ? I find unsettling the fact that he can have me and be himself too, while I shrink myself to fit into situations.
