Something bothered you. You know that much.
A comment someone made. The way they said it. Something about the whole exchange didn’t sit right.
Later, you think about bringing it up. But first you go back through what happened.
Maybe they didn’t mean it that way. Maybe you’re taking it too personally. They were probably tired.
You try to decide whether what happened was actually bad enough to justify being upset.
By the time you finish thinking about it, you’re not even sure anymore.
Maybe it’s nothing.
You let it go.
The feeling doesn’t.