The entire car ride was silent. I would look over at her every so often. Although she looked like she was free of thoughts I knew that was a lie. Either from me or from this funeral, I know she has some type of thoughts running through her head. She's a very composed woman. That's what I love about her. She doesn't show emotion or pain, she holds herself together.
I love that for her. But from experience, I know for her to become like that, something happened to her. That's why I don't really ever pressure her into talking. She'll talk when she wants to. And although whenever she does talk, it may be small things, it's always better than nothing.
I was a little concerned about her right now, but I was also in complete bliss. I lost my virginity. I know that's not something to really ce
