07-29-08| 2:57 am

My head is in his lap, my legs folded against the car door. The windows are open and the air is cool and clean.

"Are you in love with me?" he asks. I am staring up at him. I feel myself blinking. "I think you are," he mumbles. "You are but you never say it. Why don't you ever say that you love me?" I am looking at him and seeing nothing and tears are burning the backs of my eyes.

I told him the answer.