I won’t lie and say I haven’t been nervous as hell. In fact, it’s all I’ve been. Part of me was worried that I’d been using her as this good feeling for so long that when I actually saw her, it wouldn’t be the same. That I let her memory turn into something so great in my mind that it would no longer be realistic. But the moment my eyes meet her big brown ones, I realize how much of an asshole I’ve been. How nothing I’ve imagined or remembered has held a candle to the real thing.
