Jar of Emotions

Drive

I close my eyes as I see a fragment memory. He held my hand, bring it unto his lap and tighten the grip.

I've seen my self, closed eyes and in brink of tears. He was just there. Holding my hand as if his life is depending on it.

My heart. It's beating eratically.

It was late in the afternoon. As he drove, street lights staring to lit up.

Silence...Silence...Silence...

His eyes were on the road. He kept on sighing and sometimes taking glances at me.

I see myself asleep.

Yes, I was sleeping with forehead creased. He smiled at me and shake his head softly.

I don't know why but it felt great.

It felt I've known him for years. The way his hands brushed to mine, his stares, his little smile showing on his lips.

It was all... new.

I.. I don't know. How or what will I feel.

He opened the radio on

"....Man, it's been a long day
Stuck thinking 'bout it driving on the freeway
Wondering if I really tried
Everything I could
Not knowing if I should try a little harder..."

The longing that I felt escaped within me.

I feel like smiling,
I feel like laughing,
I feel like wanting him,
I feel like holding him.

But something is wrong...

I can't see your face...

Who are you?