Butterflies filled my stomach for no apparent reason as I was walking to his house. I’ve been down the same route so many times I know it like the back of my hand, never had nerves, yet this time was different for some reason. The butterflies were starting to hurt as if they were trying to escape my tummy. Maybe I should start by explaining that the ‘his’ I’m referring to is my best friend Henry. What can I say about Henr...