are we friends or are we more?
are the light brushes of your fingers against my upper back comfort from a friend or from a guy who may just think of me as more?
the slightest touch of my lips to yours, is that more?
yet seconds later it seems like we are nothing more.
like it had never happened, like all we ever see is friends.
you say you wanted it to happen and then act like you don't know me for a few hours.
are we friends or are we more?
will we ever be?
