A couple of weeks ago you accidentally met a tall, young man on the street. Oh, this was the end of your calm days.

You only thought about him, about his appearance, his courtesy towards you, his captivating, small smile, his hands... so, that's enough.

You tried to forget about him, but it only got worse, and it got to the point where you spent more time in the place where you accidentally ran into each other.

Last night you already decided to seek help from a psychologist, because you were almost obsessed with him, your thoughts were only about this person, and you didn’t even know his name! You made an appointment with a psychologist the next day, and in despair you put your phone aside and just started thinking, of course, again about this mysterious man. You really didn’t want to realize that you wouldn’t meet him and you wouldn’t even have a chance to get to know him.

The next day you were already at the office, and then, with slight excitement, you came in. Crap. Your psychologist turned out to be that same man you've been almost obsessed for past few weeks. It couldn't get any worse, could it?

"Oh, good to see you again. Have a seat."

You were only able to nod and sat down quietly.

“So why are you here? What’s bothering you? We can start our conversation smoothly and slowly..”

Things were terrible, you can't just tell him that the reason of your visit to a psychologist is in front of you.