Okay, so today I learned two things. One: Mr. Henderson, the new Physics teacher, thinks “energy cannot be created or destroyed.” Two: My heart has apparently disproven this theory because it just created a massive, fluttering, ridiculous amount of energy from absolutely nothing.
I looked at Liam, who was explaining the plot of the movie I’d stopped paying attention to. And I realized: Liam sees the world. Caleb sees me .
Dear Diary,
happened.
The truth is a splinter, Diary. You ignore it, but it keeps stinging.
Liam and I are “a thing” now. He holds my hand. He calls me “Mar” for short. He’s perfect on paper. But last night, we were watching a movie at his house, and he started talking about how he wants to move to New York and become an editor. It was exciting.
But I saw it, Diary. The physics of attraction. And I wasn’t the mass in his orbit. Okay, so today I learned two things
Caleb is the captain of the debate team. Tall, quiet, wears sweaters with elbow patches. I’ve known him since we were kids, but he’s always been… furniture. Reliable, comfortable, there. Today, I forgot my umbrella in the library. He was leaving, saw me staring at the rain, and just handed me his without a word.
Dear Diary,
But here’s the thing, Diary. The story isn’t about finding the one perfect person. It’s about the mess. The wrong turns. The boy with the untied shoelace who teaches you what you don’t want. The boy with the elbow patches who teaches you what you do. I looked at Liam, who was explaining the
“No one,” I lied.
He walked out into the downpour, his hair getting instantly soaked, and I felt something. A tiny, warm click in my chest.