Day by day.
Night by night.
I think of him.
First he is my friend,
Second in my wildest,we are so much more.
But then I'm back to square one:
He is my friend.
When alone I scream in anger.
When I'm with him I act just as I always do.
We tease, talk and flirt, but never serious.
But deep down,In my heart I wish there could be more.
Another wish of my heart is to know if he feels the same.
