and then sometimes you sit in a different car with a different boy and begin to realize that maybe he was the one you should have been sitting in the car with all along.
The words came tripping out of my mouth and he grabbed my hand. Not in a romantic way, just in a way that spoke for itself.
"Why haven't we ever really talked?"
"I don't know. We should have sooner."
I just wanted to sit in that car until the sun came up and talk to him.
I am currently the happiest I've been all summer.
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