I'm sad that I gave away my session time and hoped you'd have a cancellation and I'd get that opening. You don't know that I'll be gone the week after you are, meaning it will be a whole month before we meet. I'm doing fine, distracted by the stupidity of being in love, and maybe you know that. I think the flush of new love may blind me to getting any serious work done in therapy, but I really just want you to be my cheerleader. Pompoms and all. I get that from everyone else in my life when I tell them, and they're all that way too, but it doesn't stop me from wanting it from you.