I met James from Royal Pirates the other night. He’s lovely. I’ve always known it.

If i hadn’t been so ridiculously nervous when i met him, i would’ve asked him how he was doing. Spiritually, physically, mentally, emotionally. If I’d been allowed, i would’ve given him a hug, because everyone needs one and I felt like he needed one. I would’ve imparted life.
I feel ridiculous because in my mind he is just James. I don’t see him as some guy in a semi-famous band. He’s just another person to me. I wish I’d reacted that way though.

But it’s okay, kinda. Maybe next time.