E.

Dear E,

It’s 11:34am on the morning your coming over to my house. I’m looking forward to seeing you, but I’m also shitting it. I don’t know why. Well I do know why. It’s because I care about how today goes. I want you to enjoy yourself, I want you to be happy to see me, I want you to like the present I got you.

I’ve cleaned the house this morning, I planned to shave a few days ago so I didn’t look too scruffy or too baby faced today (like seriously, wtf is wrong with me). Do I wear my glasses? They’re for long distances so I don’t need them, but do I look better with them on?

It’s funny, the first time I saw you was at summer school, about 12 years ago and this was the first time I had really bad anxiety (that I can remember). Those two weeks, I felt physically sick everyday. 12 years on and we’re doing well! (lol).

Anyway, I hope you had the best time (not they’ll ever dare show you this…probably).

Love T. x

See you later.