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Emma’s Diary: January 1, 1992 – New Year’s Eve with Adam

Emma’s Diary: January 1, 1992 – New Year’s Eve with Adam

Author’s Note:
Some of Emma’s diary entries serve as companion pieces to moments in Unfinished Melody and its sequel, offering a deeper look into her past and the memories that still shape her story. This entry from Emma’s Diary 1992 takes us back to a New Year’s Eve she’ll never forget…


January 1, 1992


Dear Diary,

Last night Adam and I went to a New Year’s party, and it was seriously so much fun.

I wore this really sparkly outfit—like, a lot of sequins. Probably too many, but I didn’t even care. And I sprayed on my Electric Youth perfume (of course), so I felt pretty cute for once.

Olivia was there with Cameron, and we all hung out for a while. There was punch and a ton of snack trays and just… people everywhere. It got kind of loud, but in a good way.

Adam and I danced a lot.

Like, a lot.

But there was one song that felt different.

It was To Be With You. I’ve heard it before—I already liked it—but last night… I don’t know. It just hit me differently.

Adam pulled me a little closer when it came on, like he always does when we dance.

Nothing new.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

But the way he looked at me this time…

Like I was the only person in the room.

At one point he leaned in and said something in my ear, and I laughed, shaking my head because it was so him.

And then he kissed me.

Just like he’s done a million times before.

Easy.

Familiar.

But for some reason… it felt different.

I’ve kissed him so many times, I’ve lost count.

But last night…

I realized something.

It’s not overwhelming.

It’s not confusing.

It’s just… steady.

And maybe that’s what love is supposed to feel like.

Maybe it’s supposed to feel like something that stays.

Later, when things started to wind down, we ended up sitting a little closer than usual.

Not really thinking about it.

Just… comfortable.

There was a moment—just a small one—where everything felt really quiet between us.

Like we both knew what we were thinking without saying it.

Adam looked at me for a second, then just smiled and brushed his thumb along my hand.

And that was it.

We didn’t say anything about it.

We didn’t have to.

Adam drove me home. (Mom let me stay out until one so we could ring in the New Year.)

When we pulled up, the porch light was still on, and I could see the living room light glowing through the window.

He walked me up to the door like he always does.

“I had a really good time tonight,” he said.

I smiled. “Me too.”

He looked at me for a second, like he didn’t want the night to end yet.

“Sleep good, Emma,” he said softly. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” I said.

He leaned in and kissed me—soft at first, and then a little more playful, like he always does, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

I stayed there for a second after he pulled away from me, watching him walk back to his car.

And for the first time in a long time…

I didn’t feel like I was waiting for something else.



Want to hear the song mentioned in Emma’s Diary 1992? Listen here:  To Be With You – Mr. Big

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💙 Adam’s Blog – The Game and a First Love Memory

💙 Adam’s Blog – The Game and a First Love Memory

A First Love Memory That Stayed With Me

I’d played a hundred games before that one… but it was the first time it actually mattered who was in the stands.

She told me she would come, and she kept her promise.

I caught her walking in with Olivia just before warmups. I remember trying not to stare—but I did anyway. I lifted my hand in a quick wave, and when she smiled back at me… yeah, that was it.

She looked so cute. Effortless. Like she didn’t even realize what just showing up meant to me.

And I remember thinking—she’s here. She came to see me.

I couldn’t actually believe she was mine.

Fourteen-year-old me was pretty sure that meant something permanent.

The gym was loud that night. Sneakers squeaking against the floor, the echo of the buzzer, people shouting from the stands. I’d heard it all before.

But that night, it all sounded different.

Or maybe it was just me.

I kept telling myself not to look for her again. I’d already seen her come in, already waved like an idiot during warmups. That should’ve been enough.

It wasn’t.

Every time I stepped up to the line, every time the ball left my hands, I caught myself glancing toward the stands.

She was still there.

Sitting with Olivia, leaning forward just a little, like she was actually paying attention. Like it mattered to her.

I don’t remember much about the first half. I probably should. I’m sure Coach would’ve had a lot to say about that.

I just remember my heart pounding a little harder than usual.

Not because of the game.

Because of her.

I thought that meant something important—that if she was there, if she was watching, then I had to be better.

So I played like it mattered.

I ran a little faster. Took shots I might’ve hesitated on. Dove for loose balls I probably would’ve let go.

And every once in a while, I’d hear it—her voice, somewhere in the noise.

Cheering.

For me.

It came down to the last few seconds.

I remember that much.

The score was tied, and the gym got quieter in that strange way it does—like everyone’s holding their breath at the same time.

The ball ended up in my hands. I don’t even remember how.

I probably panicked for half a second.

And then I looked up.

Not at the basket.

At her.

She was already watching me.

And for some reason, that made it simple.

I took the shot.

It went in.

The buzzer sounded, and the place exploded. Teammates yelling, people jumping up, Coach clapping me on the back like I’d just done something incredible.

And maybe I had.

But I didn’t look at any of them.

I looked at her.

She was smiling.

That’s the part I remember.

By the time everything settled down—handshakes, Coach talking, guys messing around—I kept finding myself looking toward the stands again.

She was gone.

And for a second, I thought maybe I’d missed her.

Then I turned around—and there she was.

Waiting for me near the edge of the court.

Like she’d been there the whole time.

I remember walking over, trying to play it cool, like I hadn’t just spent the entire game hoping she was watching.

“You were amazing,” she said.

Simple.

But the way she said it… like she actually meant it.

And before I could even think of something to say back, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around me.

I froze for half a second—probably longer than I should have.

I had no idea what to do with that.

But I hugged her back.

Of course I did.

And then, just as she pulled away, she leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to my cheek.

It barely lasted a second.

But yeah…

I felt that for a while.

Funny, the things you hold onto.

I couldn’t tell you the final score of that game now if you asked me.

I don’t remember who we played.

But I remember exactly where she was sitting.

I remember the way she smiled when I looked over.

And I remember walking out of that gym thinking I’d just had the best night of my life.

Because she was there.

And for a little while…

I was pretty sure she was mine.

Emma And Adam Silhouette on Bleachers

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🎧 Song for this memory: “To Be With You” — Mr. Big — Listen to it here: Youtube Video