I am becoming more nervous by. the. minute. I don't know if can handle this. I will see him tomorrow when I get to baggage claim and step off of that plane. He will actually be there, physically. Will I run to him? No, never. Will I hug him? I don't know. I know nothing, what was once static is now fluid and mixing with other emotions. I almost feel like Pandora's box is being opened again, and upon the release of it's contents, I'll be reduced to some sniveling pathetic woman like *.*.* again.
Or perhaps not. Perhaps it will mean nothing to me. I have basically moved on, hopefully this progress will transfer when I see him.