I'm in love with my therapist. They remind me of...

I'm in love with my therapist. They remind me of you. Same energy. Same everything. I know it's transference. Know it's my brain playing tricks. Know it's unhealthy. But I schedule extra sessions. Pay out of pocket. Just to be near the feeling. Near someone who makes me feel the way you do. Even if it's not real. I'm so starved for this feeling that I'll pay $200 an hour to pretend. That's how far gone I am.