Dear T,

I'm still really waffling about whether I want to cancel our Wednesday session. It's been surprisingly nice to get a little distance from you, though I still find myself wishing each day that I'd see your name in my email inbox.

Sometimes I wonder if I'd be better off just walking away. Then maybe this wouldn't hurt so badly. Maybe I wouldn't be caught thinking about you all of the time and wishing that you could provide more to me than you really can.

I'm tired of feeling like a client, even though that's what I obviously am.