Today is the day; I, Dan Howell, will meet Phil Lester, the man of my dreams.

What if he hates me because I didn't tell him who I really was?

I tried to brush off the negative thoughts and let in positive ones.

I decided to make him a present; weave him a flower crown out of primroses. Flower crowns are my 'specialty'; I base them off of who people are, or their personalities. Like mine is black roses with small white primroses dotting the trim. The black rose represents anxiety and fear, sometimes depression, and the white primroses represents the budding of happiness underneath of my depression.

Edgy, I know.

I made myself look nice; and by look nice I mean black skinny jeans and a cropped v-neck t-shirt and a pair of black and white converse.

I decided to take the bus, and I stopped it a block away from the movie theater.

I swear I was sweating. Making sure the ring was noticeable, I walked towards the theater. there, I spotted a patient Phil. We met eyes, and he walked up to me.

"Oh, hello Dan! Have you seen a boy with a ring-" he looked down at my hand.

"O-oh," he whispered.