The Meeting
It was the first time we met.I was nervous and scared, with a small ball of anxiety low in my stomach. Once or twice I started to turn back, all the niggling doubts in the back of my mind rushing forward. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe this wasn’t what I wanted. Could I handle it? What if it was too much, too intense, too overwhelming? And the worst doubt of all: what if you were disappointed? I knew I shouldn’t feel this way, you knew me better than anyone. All of the long chats, emails, phone...