Go with love
READER: I am a massage therapist. You have ruined my brain in a wonderful way. I have had to question and review the basis of my existence as a therapist and a person. Some amusement happened, and I might’ve cried and peed a little bit, too, I don’t remember. I don’t know if I love you or hate you — or, rather, your work.
ME: Go with “love.” But I understand your dilemma! I went through a similar mind-blown phase in my massage therapy career.