secret giggles at the back row about nick carter and howie d.
the smile on your face as you cut into the big green cake.
a look of contentment during an afternoon siesta.
lying in silence while our favourite song played in the darkness.
the wind in my hair when i took my hands off the brakes and fell free.
how your eyes never met mine even as we danced for exactly 9 seconds.
an awkward moment when your posture mirrored mine.
stepping on his shoes several times during one song.
the unseen pride of hearing your song in my car radio.