Just got home from t. I read both of those poem snippets to her. She kinda seemed a little, well, almost offended about my use of the word "masquerade"! I think she felt like I was saying she's fake. I told her I was not being accusatory to anyone and tried to explain what I meant, but I wasn't doing a very good job of it so JS, then I told her what you said about "the masquerade is the work" and she sorta got my meaning a little more then. We had a good session. At the very end, I handed her one of the other poems I wrote, the one that was about ending.... not one I shared here.... and she read it while I got out my hsa card and she said "it doesn't have to end, you know" and then she ran my card through her card reader thingy on her phone and I could barely sign because my hands were shaking. Meh. On the way home, I pulled over and texted her "Oh the feels when you were reading that poem!!" and she replied "Hmm." I hated that response of course. So I replied "I'm good. Laughing at myself, but good. I'll leave it alone now." and she replied with a little flower emoji. I'm SO lame!! (edited to change that last period to a couple exclamation points for effect! Because I am! Lame!) Edited again to add: what the hell does "Hmm." mean anyway?!

goddess help me, I love that woman.