Poor little fraidy-cat. You go right ahead and take your time. I mean if you’re all vulnerable and needy just from the reading, and you’re this nervous from writing an anonymous note, why, just imagine how you’ll feel saying it to me directly!
And then… I mean, what if I like it when you say it? What if I tell you to pick up a phone, and you hear my voice calling you names that suit you better than anything your mother ever gave you? What if it all spins out of your control and you find yourself getting off a plane in a strange place, unsure if you’ll ever make it home again? What if you do make it home, and that’s somehow worse?
That’s a lot to think about, isn’t it, fraidy-cat?