The two of us just became quiet inside the taxi, she was now looking outside and staring at the buildings we were passing. I started to stare at her. Every time I see her I seem to be unaware of the passing of time.

I thought for a moment about mom's story to me then about the slow-mo effect in her and dad's story.

Should I tell her that I love her? But what if we don't feel the same way. Should I keep it secret? What if she loves me too?

Please god, give me a ...