Therapy session 1

She asked me out of the blue, what made me love you, "Your soul, brilliance and comforting words when everything hurts."

I replied with a thin line in the curvature of my lips as a signal for final answer without looking at her. Placing my gaze on the grey colored with cream stained walls while the thought of you floats in my mind, in the quiet clinic of psych ward around 11 am.

This occured more than thrice in my therapy sessions. Same question, same answer.