"Wonderwall"

Car dealership lights blind me as the drive home sinks in. My favorite regrets are in this car. I'm sitting next to the boy I love but cannot touch. The girl who I've gone in and out of being good friends with is in front of me, holding back tears. Hiding your emotions is overrated. The truth has finally been realized yet none of us can say it. It's said through songs and quotes and missteps that get glares. 45 minutes of silence through unfamiliar darkness. I'm pumping music into my ears and into my veins to keep myself from thinking about it. At the same time, I've realized what's been going through my head since December and what I know now. I know what I don't regret and what I want to remember. He pulls me outside and whispers, "I love you." I mouth back, "I love you, too" because my mouth can't make sound. When I open the car door again it's tense. Tense enough to feel.

"I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now."