Banana Bread

We were fifteen on our first date, and at the end he gave me a piece of homemade banana bread. He was fidgeting and nervous so when he leaned in for a hug, his gangly arms moved too quickly and he hit the banana bread clean out of my palm and onto the sidewalk. He blushed and I laughed until my stomach hurt (although maybe that was from the banana bread that I insisted on eating despite it's downfall) and in that moment knew that my heart was in big, big trouble.