Dear T,

Six months ago when we met for the first time, you had such a familiar quality to you, but I couldn’t place it. I just met with my midwife for the first time in forever—and holy crap. You and her have the same personality. The same thoughtful listening, the same facial expressions, the same quiet listening. No wonder we connected so well, you’re the male version of the midwife whom I adore and have had a very special relationship with for years. I can’t believe I hadn’t made that connection until now. Of course. This subconscious attraction to people, it’s totally a thing.

See you tomorrow. I had a monster panic attack on Sunday and I’ve been desperate to discuss what happened.