
You&amp;#8217;re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won&amp;#8217;t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you&amp;#8217;ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you&amp;#8217;re tired. You&amp;#8217;re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you&amp;#8217;re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you&amp;#8217;re trying to choke down the feeling, and you&amp;#8217;re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you&amp;#8217;ve discovered something you don&amp;#8217;t even have a name for.
