“Youâ€™re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he wonâ€™t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like youâ€™ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and youâ€™re tired. Youâ€™re in a car with a beautiful boy, and youâ€™re trying not to tell him that you love him, and youâ€™re trying to choke down the feeling, and youâ€™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 youâ€™ve discovered something you didnâ€™t even have a name for.”
— richard siken