As we sat on top of the black car, my thoughts were moving rapidly.  

I was thinking about him

He was sitting right next to me, why wouldn't I think about him?

I wondered if he was thinking about me as well

I was thinking about how much I didn't want to go home, how I wanted things to stay like this forever.  

I looked over at him, he looked at me with thse amazing blue eyes and he smiled at me; I smiled back

I looked down on the car and his hand was ever so close to mine.

Oh, how I wanted so badly to hold his hand

I wondered if he wanted to hold mine too

I wondered why this night had to end


But wondering only gets one so far, the time I spent wondering I could've spent acting.

But I didn't, because I'm me, and that's not what I do

So I guess I'll never figure out if he wanted to hold my hand,

or what that smile meant

or what could've been

or if he was thinking about me too...

...or if he still is...