Dear Kitty,
            every so often, I get a horrible feeling that Alex isn't interested anymore. I worry that he's found someone else - someone sophisticated and clever and pretty and thin and who speaks seventeen languages and got fourteen A*s at GCSE. I get nervous and think that it'll all just fall apart over the year, and realise that I'm not good enough for him.
           And then I get a message like 'so looking forward to seeing you!'.
Yours,
      Chessie