Dear Quin,
You were silent while you were driving but I knew there were so many things running inside if your mind. I was expecting that you'll confront me or bomber me with questions but nothing came out of your mouth.
But I can feel it.
It's bothering you base from how your brows furrowed, how your jaw ticked and how your hand clenched tightly around the wheel.
You're mad.
But I don't understand why? What am I to you? Why do you have to act like that. Like you care for me.
Please answer me cuase it's making me crazy. Do you?
Ms.Nerdy
