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Therapeutic and a High School You
I write to you as a way to let you know that I think about you every day.
I like to think that my writing is therapeutic.
I never dream of you when I sleep but I dream of you during the day.
I love that you answer the phone when I call.
I love that you call me right away when you may not pick up the phone.
I love that you take however clients treat you, keeping in mind that your purpose is to provide an education for your children.
This is the only way I can really talk to you.
I notice what you do and I think people may call me ‘weird’ or ‘crazy’ if they know how I feel:
I like to keep your company this way.
Ideally, I wish I could talk to you directly, but I feel that if I do speak all of the words that I write, you will shut me down.
My thoughts are my own and I’d like to express that when I talk to you, I actually feel nervous inside. I don’t like to show that I’m nervous so I think that’s partly why I yell at you.
I sometimes think about what you were like at 22.
I’m a dreamer so my thoughts drifted to that.