I haven't told my T that I often fantasize about her putting her arms around me, or coming to my apartment to sit on the edge of my bed and talk with me when I'm sad.

Part of the reason I can't tell her is that I hate the word "fantasize" because to me it has an inherently sexual connotation, which grosses me out in this context. It's not that I'm a prude, honest! I think it's because the thought of anything sexual happening between my T and me squicks me out, and the thought of discussing anything sexual happening between my T and me squicks me out even more.)

To be honest, the force of this longing and the fantasies that go with it is so strong that I think I'd feel better if I just told her. Maybe I should do that when I see her on Tuesday...