we were fine, just you and me,
making jokes, living free,
trading memes and stupid texts,
unbothered by what’s next.

we didn’t need to label things,
kept it chill, no fancy rings,
but one day, i caught you staring—
wait, were you actually caring?

you made a joke, i laughed too hard,
suddenly, things got kind of weird—
was that... flirting? what a mess,
wasn't this just friendship, more or less?

now here we are, all tangled up,
we both know it’s not just fun,
but we’re still pretending it’s all chill,
like we didn’t change just a little bit.

so we’re best friends with extra perks,
no handbook for these kinds of quirks,
we didn’t plan this, but now we’re here,
and hey, i guess it’s kind of clear.

no big speeches, no rom-com kiss,
just a “hey, this feels a bit like bliss,”
from memes to making out—how’d that occur?
guess we’ll just roll with it, for sure.