I shake out my hands, trying to rid myself of the stress radiating through my body. As I continue to pace back and forth across this bridge, I silently curse myself for the hundredth time for showing up more than a half hour early. I’m not even sure why I’m as nervous as I am. This isn’t the first time I’ve told someone I love them. Did I necessarily mean it the way I do now back then? No. But still! The same energy applies.

I check my phone for any messages, but don’t ...