Love, Lewis

I walked down the sidewalk looking at each numbered house, looking for 473 W Ashbury Lane. 467, 469, 471, 473. There it was. The house was small and faded blue, with a red door. This was Augustus Mae Edensen's house. After all these years, I got to finally meet her. I went to go up the old wooden steps, but my feet were frozen in place.
What if I wasn't who she expected me to be?
What if she doesn't want me?
All these what ifs were flowing through my mind, but I shook them away with a deep breath. Breathe in, breathe out. Just as my therapist taught me. My August adored me and told me jokes to make me laugh, my August wrote me a letter as soon as I sent one to her. With my mental reassurance, I walked up the old creaking wooden steps and knocked on the door. I could hear the pitter of her footsteps coming to the door, unlocking it. But it wasn't my Augustus Mae.