Justin’s my best friend. My best friend since I was born. I’ve never in my life been nervous to talk to him. I sure as hell have never left such an awkward voicemail. There is only one possible way to screw up enough that I’m nervous to talk to my best friend. Looks like I managed to find it.

            The hardest part is over. Ok, that’s obviously a lie. The hardest part will be when he’s here sitting across the table from me eating his pasta without any knowledge of the bomb I’m about to drop on him.