Dear T,

Sometimes I really have nothing new to say to you in my nightly emails, but I force myself to come up with something just for the sake of the ritual. I wonder if this is obvious to you? You seem almost as dependent on the emails as I am, which I like... for now, because it proves to me that you care. I do worry about what it will mean in the future though.

I am SO SCARED to see you tomorrow. To hear what you have to say about my email last night... it will either go way better than I'm expecting and I'll be proud of myself for speaking my mind, or it'll go even worse than I'm expecting and I'll leave feeling sorry I ever said anything. Regardless of the outcome, it will surely be uncomfortable and awkward all around. Can't wait.