Well, i talked about it to my t. Not very often, but im kinda slow. But a few times a year, he would take an airplane, and my apartment is between his home and the airport, so i would "jokingly" ask him if he would be stopping by on his way home from the airport. Painful, painful, painful.

I think the first time, he called me out on the "joking" aspect. But every trip after, we got a little deeper into what was really going on. Until now, i CAN really joke about it. There is probably still something for me to talk about, to learn from the question. But we both always understood we were talking about the longing, not an actual invitation. Cuz im pretty sure hed rather see his dogs first! Plus, like las vegas - "what happens in the therapy room, stays in the therapy room", is my motto.