Bubbles,

You're not who I was looking for. You don't exude the warmth and compassion I wanted. You're not the incarnate of Carl Rogers. You're kind of goofy. You're quick to trigger a crisis plan. Yet...I'm starting to really like you. You were right; something about the way we were able to communicate last night was different. Nice.

I meant what I said. You will probably hurt me like every other person on the planet someday. When you do, I'll probably bolt like I always do. In the meantime, though, let's try to do some good work together.

Daisy