Dear G, I miss you so much. You were so attentive to me. I know that was your job, but you were so good at it. You paid attention to me, and when I was in your office, I was the only person in the world. Attentive, concerned, dedicated, gentle, warm, and kind. I'll never forget the time I told you what the babysitter did to me, and I think that was also the first time I told you about the transference. I felt so ashamed and no matter what you said, I could not look you in the eye. So you got out of your chair and knelt down on the floor in front of me so that I could see your face, your eyes, see that you weren't ashamed of me or disgusted with me. I could see that you were worried about me, and I never felt that from my mom. I've been unconsciously trying to make people worry about me since I was 14, so that they would care about me and love me and be attentive to me. And you got down on your knees in attempt to make me see you weren't judging me. Your eyes were full of compassion, and I could barely meet your gaze, because I was full of feeling ashamed and felt I didn't deserve your love. You never said the words "I love you," but everything you did silently spoke those words to me, and I am still trying to believe it. We're done therapy, but I still wish I could hug you every day. Wishing that makes me miss you even more.