All I can think about is kissing him.
Touching him.
Loving him.
As we walk
Our hands brush against each other's
As we talk
Our legs touch one another's
He's my best friend, but god do I wish that we were more
How do I wish to be his
To not be the one who has to hear about other girls
But to be the girl in his mind
To be the girl he can't stop talking about
Can't stop thinking about
I wanna know what it means
To be the girl of his dreams
