I want to have some contact with you. I won't, because I know that I can wait, and I also don't want to do anything or receive anything from you that would change how I am feeling right now. I want to come feeling like this. Like I have missed you and like I am kind of OK with seeing you again.

Only kind of OK, mind you. I need to figure it all out first. I need to see that you are still you. That's why I won't bring the picture with me. I need you to prove that you deserve it. I am not sure about how that will sound, but it is how it is for me.

What shall we do? I will bring the list of things that are me, the bit that I took out of the journal. I think that could be interesting. Other than that, I don't know. I wonder if you will have any thoughts on my writings, other than what you sent me last night.

Enjoy the next couple of days, I just wish we could get this meeting over and done with to be honest, and get back to normal again.