Writing to you is my therapy. Let’s continue these impromptu sessions, shall we? What’s cute is that I know that you just agreed with me. Continuity is so uncommon with me I apologize.
I don’t actually see you as a therapist, simply the process of undoing the damage that occurs when I miss you. Writing to you heals me and in part soothes me. Calamine lotion for those itches inside that only you can scratch. To indulge further, I enjoy rubbing on you.
Do you remember how we met? How I flirted with you and how you found yourself somehow wrapped up in my life? I think about it, wonder how easy you just fit in the puzzles of my own creation. Sure, we stumbled about like fools in the dark without a flashlight but here and now, I’m at peace. Will you keep trying to complete me, to fit the pieces together and be content with what you get?
To end this session I want you to know how important you are. Of everything you get from me, cold sore withstanding please don’t ever forget how important you are and have been. Even will be to everyone you meet. We all have a path we walk and it affects [perhaps afflicts] all that cross our way. I’m glad to have run into you.
Here’s to you.
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