Two months. That's how long I won't see you, till our next appointment. Two months! Ugh. It's loooong. I know I'll be fine though. I'll manage. I guess I'm at that point where I don't really need you anymore. That's a good thing, right? It's just... you hold a special place in my heart and I don't like not seeing you. I still miss you sometimes between sessions. And I know I'll miss you when my therapy is done again, which will be somewhere this year. I'm not quite looking forward to that. Again, I know I'll manage, but I'll be very sad too to let you go again. It sucks.