C. I found out today that one of my classmates is your supervisee. Perversely, it made me miss you. It was hard to confront the fact that you still exist. I suppose a part of me does still love you after all. How stupid. I am jealous that she gets to see you.

She said you are 'very analytical'... which certainly doesn't surprise me. And you call yourself a humanist.

I wonder if you ever think of me. I suppose not, at this point. It's been more than a year, hasn't it?

R. I miss you so much and it is weird and stupid that I can't contact you and tell you that and tell you that I'm so anxious about the appointment on Thursday and I don't know how I'm going to do it without you. Do you still exist?

M. You're lovely and I really can't be arsed to get all attached to you and yet I know it's going to bloody happen and I'm dreading it. For f***'s sake.