Forever January

Five days.

I marvel at the tension that grows in my chest when I think about it, the flipping, twisting, turning sensation that flutters and writhes in my stomach. My rationale says this is nervousness.

I am bloody nervous. So nervous it makes me tremble.

And yet, the realisation still hasn’t fully sunk in that in five days I’ll be seeing you. You’ll become a tangible, touchable reality in only five days.

I hope it all goes beautifully. I hope we get along splendidly.

But most of all …

I hope you like me. Like me? No. More than just like me.

I hope you think I’m wonderful, beautiful, splendid.

I know not the state my heart will be in, in just five days …