it was sunday night when you broke the silence by asking me what i was thinking about, and i admitted that i was thinking about the rain before leaning my cheek on my palm and turning my head towards you, and i asked you what you were thinking about,
and it was quiet, and you unbuckled your seatbelt and shifted your body and admitted that you were thinking about me, and when i leaned over the console and placed my hands on your neck; when you pressed your forehead against mine without smiling; when we just stared at each other and you silently told me that maybe we really weren't just friends,