Dear MC,
I have to admit, I was worried when we got to the office a few minutes before our start time, and the door was locked. Like, seriously, did you forget about us??? Should have known you were just running late, as usual! (Thanks for texting back so quickly though.)

Felt kinda nervous at first seeing you for the first time in almost 3 weeks, afraid the connection wouldn't be there and stuff (especially because it felt a bit weird the last time we saw you, right after I'd dropped the L-bomb). But after a little bit, I realize it was OK, the connection was still there. And apparently I felt safe enough to start crying over something we were talking about, my health stuff. Partway through, I started feeling weird about it, like, *****, you're dealing with health stuff with your wife that's probably much more serious, and I'm going on about this, and it either seems like nothing to you or is making you think of that...It felt like you really heard me though, especially when you finally seemed to realize it wasn't about the particular test, that it was about me wanting to feel like there was something "legitimate" wrong with me. I was actually thinking of that same word right before you said it. It felt like you understood, and that you also understood H's perspective, too, because you said you'd been there.

Do you know what's really weird? There were a couple times where I was like, "Oh, he took his glasses off" (like you do on occasion), and then I realized that you hadn't. I guess your eyes were just connecting with me so intensely then that it seemed like you weren't wearing them. Which probably sounds silly,...but it just felt like you were really present. And caring.

I know you said you weren't coming into the office just for us...but there wasn't anyone just before us and no one waiting when we left (and we started late, plus you kept us for extra time), so...maybe you had someone else coming later? Or someone canceled? Either way, thanks for coming in. And for still planning to see us this Monday too.

Love,
LT