Oh she knew that he was sorry, she did. And she even believed him when he said that he didn't want to hurt her and that he didn't mean for any of this to happen. As they pulled off the road and he stopped the car, she was a bit more nervous because she knew that he'd want to talk, and she didn't want to yell at him.
He was facing her, but she felt like if she looked at him she'd lose all the resolve. That she wouldn't be able to handle it and she'd just tell him it was all right when it wasn't all right. She put her head up against the window instead and shut her eyes. "I have no idea.. if I did, I'd tell you.. but.. I don't. I don't want to have to wonder if that's it.. it doesn't matter, you're still always going to be in love with her."