I am not in love with my T, but I do love my T, as my therapist. He is kind, generous (lets me text), intelligent, caring and empathic. I can get angry at him and it doesn't phase him. He apologizes when I get hurt due to the therapeutic process. He "gets" me and validates how I feel. I become focused on seeing him when I feel I have things that are unresolved. He accepts me for who I am and doesn't expect me to be anyone else. I loved my stepfather, but T also feels like a father to me.