Tomorrow is his birthday. I have to wish him happy birthday because I would regret forever not. But I'm absolutely terrified to speak to him.
Last year I was away, and I had wifi where we were staying so that even though I sent him a birthday card, I still wished it on the day. I remember walking back to the hotel with P, one of the Irish boys on our tour and he's like what's wrong love, you seem a little down tonight. And I said, it's his twenty-first birthday. He spoke to me about him and told me he believes I'm too good for this boy he's never met. He thought I was brilliant and it was kind of nice to see, you know?
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