I didn't show up last Thursday.
Skipped my session entirely. Didn't call. Didn't text. Just... ghosted.
And I know—I know—it made him worry. Made him wonder if I was okay, if something had happened, if maybe I'd finally listened to his speech about boundaries and decided to transfer to another therapist.
Good.
Let him worry. Let him wonder. Let him feel even a fraction of what I've been feeling for the past three weeks.
Because here's the thing about wanting someone you can't have—it makes you a little bit insane. Makes you do things you wouldn't normally do. Like skip therapy just to see how he'll react. Like show up unannounced at his office on a Thursday night a week later, when you know his last client will be leaving and he'll be alone.
Like I said. Insane.
It's 7:15 PM when I
