Today I decided it’s time to start writing you another email. It’s hard to figure out what to put into it. There’s so much, and so little, at the same time. I have worked too much, but also, we have been a bit distant. I am so bad at navigating relationships. I never know what’s too much, what’s too little. I am always terrified that what I’ll do will be wrong. Boring, uninteresting, or too much, and I will come off as too needy, too boring. And I have messed up so many relationships with that worry. I wish I was less afraid of writing you.