June 1995 (Megan is 14)
It is amazing how the tiniest thing could weigh on my mind so much. I keep remembering his hand was shaking when I was trying to help him with his math. The shaking of a hand comes to express the whole nervousness I feel around him. And, somehow, that little thing has become proof that he feels the same way. Such a little thing.
Words cannot express the feeling when you finally have something that proves more than anything really could something you’ve wanted for so long. Just the fact that he called as soon as he woke up, well, I just have to smile.