Dear Someone That I Miss,
I still think about you a lot. I never realized how much those therapy sessions in your office meant to me. It helped to get things off of my chest, even if I didn't tell you everything. I never appreciated you and everything that you did for me. I was too caught up in an idea that you really didn't care because it was just your job. There was a part of me that didn't want to admit that you did care for me.
I could see it in your eyes. I could see the excitement you got when you saw me. We both knew that if we hadn't met through a counseling center we would have been great friends. Maybe that's why I miss you so much. In a way, you weren't just my therapist, you were my friend. I was scared to admit that I cared so much about you. I didn't want to rely on a therapist, and I definitely didn't want a therapist to become an indispensable part of my life.
The connection between us felt so human and honest I always found it a shame that we could never go beyond therapist and patient. Maybe if you were to read this you would think I'm crazy. But I don't know. I'm quite certain that's how it was. Unless you're an amazing actor and do this with all your patients. Anyways, I didn't give you a proper goodbye. You deserved more, it was as if I left you hanging. I always hope to bump into you and explain everything to you.
I'm doing way better now. I think you would be very proud of me. I'm improving my mental health. You were a big part of that and I am very thankful for you. I hope you and your wife are doing well.
Our fifty minutes are up!
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