“Falling in love is a crazy thing to do. It’s like a socially acceptable form of insanity.” – from a movie (Her). It really is like this, isn’t it? This is a particularly memorable quote and I guess it summarizes perfectly my last therapy session with EV.
A couple of days ago, we met for our 20th and last session. It was perhaps the most emotionally charged session I’ve ever had, mostly in a good way.
I finally told EV that I love her.
First, I broke the ice by asking a few questions, slowly building up to this moment where I told her how I felt about her. She didn’t really respond directly, ’cause like what can she say? She’s my therapist, after all.
But it was pretty obvious that it hit her hard, she melted.
It got pretty crazy after that, the session flew by, it was one for the ages.
We laughed, maybe flirted around a bit, talked about our ‘therapeutic journey’ together, some of our most noteworthy highlights, and hugged, near the end.
When you fall in love with someone, it’s intoxicating, you can’t think about anything else; all you want is to be with them, hold them in your arms, stare at their beautiful eyes all day long, and potentially spend the rest of your life with them.
That’s how it is in “normal” relationships. In therapy, it’s a bit different. ‘Cause you can’t sleep with your therapist, like lol duh.
So, I guess it might be easier to get over your therapist compared to an ex-boy/girlfriend who you’ve actually slept with. EV reminds me of an ex from my younger days ’cause the feelings involved were very similar.
Anyways, now that it’s over, would I do it all over again? Absolutely. Because:
These days haven’t been easy, I’ve been feeling a bit ‘lovesick’, to tell the truth. But I’m pretty confident and optimistic that it’ll get better with time. It usually does.
In the end, falling in and out of love is a natural phase of life, not everyone gets to experience it, it’s not for the faint of heart, but oh, it’s so very well worth it. After all, love is the greatest feeling in the world.