I miss you so much. Someone I know told me that missing someone so much meant I loved them so much. So true. You taught me how to love. I had never felt it before I felt it for you. And now I feel it for my partner, too, but he isn't you. He can never be you. No-one can ever be you. I know I can't have the same kind of relationship that I had with you before, but does that mean it all has to disappear? I really hope not. I really hope it doesn't mean I can never sit with you again. On a bench overlooking the sea. Just sitting. Both of us being in that moment with each other. I would bring you a handmade gift, and in return you would lend me your hand or your shoulder. You know me. I don't need to talk. I don't need words from you, either. I don't need you as my therapist, but that doesn't mean I don't need you. Again I come back to the same question.... Do you want me?