My backup plan is laughing until strangers stare and then running swiftly away.
I mean, I could still enjoy a day trip in London. Alone. All by myself. On my , lonesome. It’s not like I’m not used to it by now. 4 months is a long time to be gone for.
Tomorrow is the big day. I don’t know why I’m so anxious. I guess I can’t cope with the anticipation any longer.
Reunions are a tricky business.