Dear T, are you thinking about me? NOT at all. Well, you are hoping I won't contact you because I'm work and if I did, you would be nice to me but probably thinking "what the ****!" as it would be like for me getting a call from work while I'm on the beach - and it's ok, really. I'm work and I won't even call. What makes me really miserable is that I grew so fond of someone who doesn't care about me, really, and leaves me behind (as I'm work) without bothering too much when they're off. And besides, I am attached to someone who doesn't even exist, and maybe if I knew you in real life I might even not like you at all. But I'm stupidly attached.
So here is my brilliant revelation: therapy made my attachment issues worse. Now I need 1) cold therapy just to change my attitude at work; 2) friends and real loving persons to get attached to and to be a little bit important to.
You are too high for me anyway, too everything, always in the limelight. And being attached to you makes me feel so small and stupid, it's not healthy anymore. Maybe it never was.