Dear T,
I think I trust you, but I'm not always sure. You never take notes. Are they hidden away somewhere or do you not have any? Do you remember what we talked about last week, last month? Sometimes it doesn't feel like it. I wish you would ask me what I'm thinking about, not about how my week was. I wish you would push me harder. There is so much in my head that I filter out by habit. Sometimes I wish you'd share your opinion of me, either personal or professional. I don't know where we're at or where we're going. I just feel lost.