The sun glared into her eyes, she looked out the fast-paced bus.

She was trying to think, not about him. She was just listening.

Scream at me, until my ears bleed…

She narrowed her eyebrows. Sounds of the loud and running bus engine confused her thoughts. She wanted to be alone.

She tried to open her mouth, but she went speechless.

I’m speechless and redundant coz’ “I love you” ’s not enough.

What are all these Green Day songs doing in my head? She thought to herself, “I love you” is not enough.

She shifted deeper into her seat as she felt an arm slipped behind her back. Fingers gently touched her waist, and a palm landed beside her thigh. She squinted her eyes in disbelieve. She helplessly moved her butt towards the window side of the bus, again, to only find a palm still here, under her butt.

“Gee, you…” She said softly, as soft as possible.

The hand was taken out and it was rested on her waist. It pulled her closer to the owner of the strong and protective arm; it was what she needed. She tried to lean her head onto his right shoulder but only felt air, dammit, she thought.

She didn’t dare to turn around. She drifted herself back into the empty yet realistic feeling of being in his arms.

She started to imagine having a conversation with him, talking about everything and anything. From why the sky is blue to why they feel the way they do.

“Is this the way you feel all the time?” She kept her eyes closed; “It breaks my heart, to see you like this.”

She opened her eyes, “I can’t say… That you love me…”

She closed her eyes again, “Coz’ you don’t know the way I feel, spinning here inside this wheel.”

Her eyes were wide open, “This is the way I feel all the time.” She breathed deeply, “I can’t help but feel lonely.”