I’m happy, Sir arrives Sunday. I miss him, but I’d be a liar if I didn’t admit I was worried.
I’m worried about my reaction when I first see him. I’m either going to cry or go ice cold. The ice cold will be from too many emotions shutting down my ability to convey any of them. I had to write this so he knows.
I also have other fears but those are much more irrational. So I’ll throw them to the side for now.