once in a lifetime maybe you will meet someone who is instantly different from everyone else. whatever level it might be, the two of you belong together. as just friends, or lovers, or something entirely different. for some reason, you just work. what is this called? not coincidence. not sheer luck. i don't know what i believe in. fate sounds too good to be true. whatever it is, it makes me believe in something. you could see it in their eyes; they weren't quite friends anymore. the way she smiled for him? friends don't smile like that. the way he put his hand on her neck? friends don't touch each other like that. the way her face lit up when he spoke? friends don't look at each other like that. the way his voice changed when he said her name? friends don't talk like that. anyone could see it, clear as day. they weren't quite friends anymore; they'd grown into something even greater. they look at each other like they are almost lovers, like they should have kissed and made love and love in bed together, but they chose to stay friends instead. they look at each other with what ifs and could haves and hearts full of regrets.
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