I'm still feeling good, though it's hard to trust myself and my T. There's the urge to make it bad, not good. To make it be my pattern, and bad for me. To say it's bad to feel so good about my T's smile, her words, her caring about me. I'm ashamed of feeling the love on both sides. T is giving me enough, but can I accept feeling like this? I've never been totally accepted like she accepts me. It's kind of overwhelming as much as it's soothing.