Here is an excerpt from an email I just wrote my T two days ago, which I think, is an example of just how important it is for me to like my T:

"I never knew, in October of 2005, that I would develop this type of relationship with you. I never knew that you would be a person who understood me in the way you to. Unfortunately, that is not always a catalyst for change. Rather, it becomes a sort of enjoyment-- just being able to be around someone who will actually read these types of emails, take my poetry into serious account, knows what books I would like to read, what music I want to listen to, what quotes I would enjoy, will listen to me debate myself in many contexts-- someone who understands me like no one ever has before. In addition, you are someone who allows me to be every part of myself right in front of you, someone who takes my hysterical calls a half an hour before I am supposed to be at work, someone who cares, who has to deal with the fact that every time I inflict an act of destruction on myself, I will freely tell you, someones quite sardonically. I often wonder how that makes you feel. "

I like him so much it is ridiculous. I am certain that he likes me back. I find myself just wanting to be around him. It is this that makes the connection even stronger.