When I stand there looking at him, confusion compounded on my face, he answers for me, grabbing my hand and pulling it away, so I am forced to go along with him. We walked in silence, both busy with our own thoughts. So many questions I want to ask remain silent on my lips, this is not the right time or place for them. I place a hand on my stomach to calm the nerves fluttering there.
— Why do you look so nervous when I am the one who'll be hurtling around the track at 200 miles per hour?
I stop and look at him and am unable to see through his dark lenses, I wonder if I really can't spend this time with him, be with him when I can't have him, do this for myself. He has me walking on eggshells and thinking about the uncertainties. I decide to take the easy way out. — I am nervous for you.
