I was pissed at Megan today. At lunch, she seemed to just ignore me. And I let her know I was pissed. But some­thing didn't seem right.

After lunch, I thought about it a lot. But I had noth­ing to go on. I was pissed, but I didn't take into account that she was sick and that she was try­ing to fin­ish her Ger­man home­work. I knew it was some­thing else.

After school, we went out­side to the court­yard. I told her that lunch wasn't why I was mad at her, and that in fact, I wasn't mad at her at all. I was con­fused because of some­thing I neglected to tell her last Thurs­day… and after too many occurences of chok­ing on my own words, I man­aged to spit out that, "I'm falling in love with you."

Silence.

I was scared … extremely scared. This was the first time that I had said this (of the 3 pre­vi­ous times I've done it) where I didn't receive the same response, or any at all, for that mat­ter. She said that she didn't know how to react, and that she was in shock.

After many analo­gies and anec­dotes, she was able to say, "I think I love you." Before she said this, I told her that her answer had to be some­thing that she was com­pletely sure of. She said it was. Then we held each other for a while. She said, "I love you." And I said, "I love you, too." God, what a great feeling …