T,

I didn't think about you much today, and not because I was wildly busy. I think now that the secret is out, that I don't feel as entrapped by the transference. I don't feel shame about it, because you...did the right thing. You were understanding and empathetic.

I really do love you, you know. I don't love you because you're filling a void, but because I have hope that I can fill up the void on my own. And you won't be able to take me through the entire journey, though I wish you could. But I'm starting now.

I hope you're thinking of good referrals for me.

Daisy

PS, you wore the ugly shirt again. You should let me destroy it along with the Gestalt chair.