"You're in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won't
tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like
you've done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or
swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and
you're tired. You're in a car with a beautiful boy, and
you're trying not to tell him you love him, and you're
trying to choke down the feeling, and you'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've discovered something you don't have a name
for."