I finally told him today via text (even though I just saw him yesterday) that I think about him often and am always wanting to talk to him between sessions, and it bugs me that I can't. I told him it's difficult for me, especially considering how lonely I am lately.

He hasn't responded yet, but what do I expect on a Friday night? He has a life. I'm not a special snowflake.

I feel like he's so important to me, but I am just one of the many he sees every day. The last thing he probably wants to do when he gets home is deal with "work." And it hurts to think that that is all I am...

“I’m good at loving books. I’m good at loving soft bed sheets. I’m good at loving coffees and teas. I am good at loving things that can’t love me back, that don’t have the power to leave. And maybe, that’s why I love them.”