September 25 is an anniversary of sorts.

It's the first time I started to become aware of how deeply I might feel for Adam. It also predates by several years the time when we started going out.

I imagine this might be discussed in my first session with a new therapist today.

I'm tired of being pissed off about how it started, and about how long it took him to wake up and get his shit together. I don't know what it means or if it matters any more, this piss-off about the past, but no matter what, I'd like to wrap it up and get to moving on.