Dear T,

I can't stop checking my emails. I am anxious to receive an email from you or from Old T, but not in a bad anxious way. Maybe more excitement? Like waiting for something that you want. That is a big step too, from how it was in the past that I was worried you had decided to make me leave or that you hated me or something.

I rarely obsessively check anymore, so not sure why this time, but there it is, I am doing it and it is annoying me. I think I am apprehensive to hear your thoughts, though that's not really a bad apprehension either.

Anyway, I will stop rambling now, and hope I will stop checking too, but I somehow doubt it.