T,

I know intellectually that I'd never have such an "emotionally intimate" relationship with you if we were anything other than psychologist-patient.

But T, I still want more of the "golden bubble" that the therapy hour can be -- your empathy, warmth, challenge, kindness, compassion, firmness, care...

How I wish I saw you more than once a fortnight. How I wish I didn't have to move countries and thus terminate from you in a year's time.

I grieve because I'll never be able to see you again. And even if I could, you would never acknowledge me.

Just like how I still miss ex T more than one and a half years later, and when I saw and heard her in the waiting room 2 weeks ago, it was as though she never ever ever spent a year with me -- as though I was just a stranger.