Dear K,

This evening was the first time I've ever really felt that maybe seeing you again, outside of the therapy space/time, would be weird. Awkward. Unhelpful?? I'm not ready to believe that yet, but a fleeting thought passed through my brain.

Of course I still want to though, not yet, but one day 'soon'. I'd love to just sit with you for an hour, or walk with you. Despite any awkwardness. Despite any difficulties.

I'm still not ready to let go of that. Of you. I miss you and I love you and I hope you are well and happy.