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 …