Memorial

Now I have his notebook. How to convey words when language is not enough. The little prince as it fits his name, a door that coects two worlds. I compare them a lot. 

the degree to which we are allowed to show our emotions at work is hard to set.

the depth of his eyes, full of different emotions was enough of a body language. laughter, sorrow, confusion and kindness I could see. don't know if my theory of mind capacity can make me understand him or not, I would never know.

the climax of the story was in the middle of our rotation. He was a very precise and considerate soul surgeon. Trying not to hurt any corner and release the pain. PTSD, a way to help a great sorrow, a foreign body in the soul. I really felt good when he asked me several questions about the issue, and he guessed as if he was reading my mind. He sure had that theory of mind. and He widens ours. a special person. I sometimes feel he has some sorrow but I never can get close to it. I'm not that precise and considerate. My curiosity is excessive. And I don't want to wrap him with the thread of my questions and make him doubt how to react. Risk taking is what we both lack. I feel like I want to calm him down. A great  pressure on him and he caot stop. He is on a way that he started and now there is no STOP point. I'm not sure if he is happy, but he seems to have existential anxiety and fear of time. Time. Is it scary? 

My prince, I don't want these days to end, but there are no other ways, I will have to tell goodbye soon. I wish I could have online sessions with you but I am too embarrased to ask. I sometimes think that it is good that you did not commit suicide as he did. I'm not sure if you are satisfied about it or not but I'm sure people around you, are.

I will always remember your kind and wise soul:)