Fuck. This is cliche. My life is a living cliche. Wake, shower, eat, school, him. Just a never ending cycle, really. Especially the joking i love you's that turned to real ones, well for me that is.
You kissed on sidewalks
You fight and you talk
One night he wakes, strange look on his face
Pauses, then says, you're my best friend
And you knew what it was, he is in love