Quote: richard siken Love Youâre in a car with a beautiful boy, and he wonât tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like youâve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and youâre tired. Youâre in a car with a beautiful boy, and youâre trying not to tell him that you love him, and youâre trying to choke down the feeling, and youâre trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like youâve discovered something you didnât even have a name for. richard siken Love