But that was weeks ago now, and my head was in a different space than before.
Now, sitting here, I'm almost ready to stand up and walk out due to the anxiety that rattles through me. I can't seem to understand where it's coming from, but I do know that I'm nervous for the emotions that may display themselves.
"It's nice to finally meet you, Daisy," Halle smiled back at Daisy who sits, appearing calm, next to me. Her approach was kind and welcoming to our conversation, just like I knew that it would be. Daisy smiled back at her, I can tell that she's a bit apprehensive about what we're going to be discussing and how much. 
I think we're both nervous about what needs to be said. 
My biggest concern is hurting her, and I'm not interested in doing that. 
"I'm– I'm glad to be here," Daisy nods before looking at me and reaching her hand out to hold onto my thigh that's coated in denim, "I think it's going to be helpful for us both." 
Halle hums reassuringly, settling down into her chair. Her chair always looked significantly more comfortable, and I wondered how she chose that to be the one that she sat in. I had heard before that therapists tested out chairs for themselves before purchasing them for their office. 
I'd have to remember to ask sometime. 
"Is there something that's sitting on your mind that you'd like to discuss first? Harry called this morning adamant about being seen today. What's on our minds?" Halle gives a welcoming smile that suggests that either of us could just start talking about whatever. She tucks her hair behind her ear as she opens her notebook. The notebook she uses is a teal color, flowers printed on the front. 
We've had multiple discussions about the fact that she also enjoys gel pens. I figure it's because she can write quickly with gel pens. They really glide across the page, rather than the sharper tip that can cut the paper if you're going too quickly.
Daisy clears her throat next to me; I'm feeling a bit quiet, possibly just in my head. I wonder if it's because I'm scared to admit to Daisy that I'm not what she deserves. Maybe I'm nervous that she'll finally figure that out for herself.
"I think we," She nods towards me, as if to make sure that her word choice was appropriate, "We want to discuss how to move forward with things that have hurt us. There's been a lot of–" She licks her lips, "A lot of road blocks, I guess you'd call them. I just want to make sure that Harry and I can be stronger together and that we're not holding back from communicating because we're scared." 
I shift my jaw. My right hand pulls at my left fingers, almost like I'm trying to pop the knuckle, but I know that I'm just trying to keep it together for the time being. It's an anxiety that I haven't felt before; the sound of my heart beating against my chest is probably audible to them both.
What Halle had been trying to get at was that I had been extremely adamant about being seen today because on Saturday, I told Daisy about Eve. 
Well, I left it vague. Very vague, to the point that I don't think Daisy understood why I was so upset but I couldn't help it. I didn't want to say anything else, because I needed more support to be able to help guide me in how I wanted to say it.
Saturday there were too many emotions to be able to get into what it meant and why I couldn't tell her beforehand. 
Only two people knew. Halle and Mitch. They were the two people that knew and wouldn't ask any further questions about it. They wouldn't push– they didn't ask for anything more than I was willing to give them. 
I held this close to my chest because I didn't want to relive the situation that I had been left again-- I didn't want to be pitied, really.
But once we got up to the bedroom on Saturday, after I had returned to the house with Mitch, I didn't hesitate to say anything. The quicker it was said, hopefully the sooner we could go back about our day.