Haven’t done a proper flashback post in a while, so I thought it was about time. Newer blog readers, see the An Introduction to Flashbacks link at the bottom for an explanation.
October 5, 1995 (Megan is 14)
I was thinking this afternoon on the way home from school, thinking about how it’s possible that someone likes me, and I don’t even know, maybe don’t hardly know them. It’s kind of a weird thought, you know. Someone could be watching me and wishing I would notice them, or maybe even thinking I like them back. I don’t know, it just seems really strange to me.
It also occurs to me that B could be anyone. It just happened that I got to know him. So I could be in the same situation, or similar anyway, with almost anyone. That takes away some of the specialness of it, but also some of the worry. What it means, quite basically, is that if things die out with B, there will always be someone else just as good. I don’t know. Maybe B is better than that, but I don’t really think so. I’d like to, but I don’t.