I Swear You Will Be Fine

Dear Josh,

I’m sorry for sending this letter out late. I went out with two friends today for the month of March! In case you’ve forgotten what I’m talking about, I’ve been trying to meet my friends more but within the capacity of my mental space, so I’ve decided on meeting one friend/group a month. Today I met with two friends that you know of. I’m sure you’re watching from where you are, so I won’t mention much about them. They are such sweethearts! They got me a purple bouquet of flowers to congratulate our graduation and asked questions about you during dinner. Similar to my previous meetings with my friends this year, they made me feel comfortable enough to casually bring you up. I appreciate that very much.

The topic of today’s letter came up while I was writing the previous one. I realized that I’ve never written about your first meeting with my parents. Or the first time I told them about you. There’s much to write! Today I’ll talk about the first time you met my dad. Dad, not parents, because the very first time you met him was in the car. The night before this meeting happened, I was at your place and I offered, on behalf of my father, to drive you to where we had to go. For more context, we were supposed to meet our friends at Universal Studios Singapore (USS) in the morning and your mum was asking us how we planned to get there. I already had the intention of asking my dad for a ride, so I told you (and your mum) that you could get a free ride too. You were a little hesitant but your mum was supportive of the idea, so we agreed that I’d ask my dad if he could pick you up on our way to USS.

When I got home that night, I nervously asked my dad if he could drive us both to USS, citing “he lives nearby” as a reason to give you a ride. My dad casually agreed and I ran to my room in excitement to call you and tell you the good news. If you were nervous about it, I could not tell. On the call, you seemed a little nervous, but relatively confident that you’d get along with my dad.

When the morning came, we drove to the bus stop by your place to pick you up. As expected, you were patiently waiting for our car – which my dad was thankful for (+100 brownie points). Throughout the car ride, you consistently remained in conversation with my dad. I barely had to speak or come up with conversational topics. I could tell my dad was having a nice time talking to you too, which I appreciated. You talked about yourself, your family, your interests in music… You were being so humble that I had to brag about your grades! I told your dad that you’re my only competitor in school, except you won me quite frequently. You also extensively shared about your mum and sister – mum being a doctor, and your sister a soon-to-be one. My dad was thoroughly impressed by your sister’s school and you wore it like a medal. Little did we know, this conversation was about to be replicated in a few months’ time when I’d introduce you as my boyfriend (I introduced you as a friend here, because we thought it’d be too shocking if my boyfriend’s first meeting with my dad was in a car).

You made sure to thank my dad before and after the ride (+100 brownie points). And we walked off to meet our friends in a great mood. You said you thought it went well and was glad you could speak comfortably with my dad. That was really important to me – I was always super thankful that you could get along with my dad.

After our full day at USS, you and I took the train home together and you walked me all the way back home despite being tired from a full day out. When I got home, I asked my dad how the car ride went and he only had praises for you. I suspect my parents knew something was going on from the questions they were asking me about you and the level of interest they showed. I think it could not have gone better. You agreed.

I wish we had more time for my family to get to know you better. But at least they are getting to know you now.

I can’t wait to see you again. I love you more, always, and forever.

Love always,
Sha