I seem to be missing you and wanting to see you more than ever. I don't understand. I was at your funeral. You're gone. That's it. But I long to talk to you. I want that hug that I never asked for. I want to know why your eyes clouded up when I told you about our last session. I want to ask you about attachment, and transference, and find out what you think about that.
You could be a bit of an "ice queen", rarely showing your soft side. I saw glimpses of it on occasion. I know it was there, but mostly you were just rock solid.
How can I get over you?!?!