i've been thinking about this a little bit lately.. what happens at the end of therapy? no, i'm not talking about "terminating" or even the actual act of saying goodbye, but after that.

i had this (albeit arrogant) thought the other day like what if my therapist said, "seventyeight, now i can finally be honest with you and tell you that i did in fact think of you on the weekends.." or "you know, you were much more a part of my life than i could ever tell you.."

i know it's a bit ridiculous to have these thoughts, but i do. it's kind of like graduating and running into your teacher again and they allow you call them by their first name or tell you what they really thought of having you in their class. that's what this kind of reminds me of. i wonder what it's really like?