“You are in a car with a beautiful girl, and she won’t tell you that she loves you, but she loves you. And you feel like you have done something terrible, like robbed a store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you are tired. You are in a car with a beautiful girl, and you are trying not to tell her that you love her, and you are trying to choke down the feeling, and you are trembling. Then she tries reaching over to something and she touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you have discovered something you don’t even have a name for”
-Crush by Richard Siken