December 10, 1992:
There is a boy in 4th grade name Wyatt. He is the most popular kid in fourth grade. We were singing Christmas songs in music, and he sat in front of me and said “you sing pretty.” I said “Uh... thank you.” He said again, “you have a pretty voice.” I said “Thanks.” I think he loves me! I KNOW I love him.
(He became my boyfriend about a year later. I guess he did love me. Although... not long after that, he decided I was annoying and made fun of me at recess. Typical.)