Today in therapy before I left I had this intense feeling, like i didn’t get to say what I wanted to say and now the session was over, and I felt like I just needed to keep sitting there and not be kicked out. And with the feeling, it felt something like this drop in my chest, this sense of dependence; it felt like something I’d experienced before, during v. intimate discussions in a certain professor’s office hours, where i don’t talk but i just wait to hear what the professor will say, hoping they will interpret something about me. I didn’t get to talk about this, but the words that came to my mind was to tell my therapist “i love you.” The instant that I felt that feeling I knew that it was love. I told him that I couldn’t say what I wanted to say, and then I cried, and then I told him that it was as if I had already said it.