I think I just had an epiphany.

Today at t while we were talking about my use of the word "masquarades" in my poem, t said something about projections.

I think I just realized what she meant. I think that I am projecting these loving feelings on her, that I never had for my mother when I was little, and when I was little, I didn't have very many words, and that's why I can't explain them???

In the words of t earlier: "Hmmm."