Didn’t even know why we became friends.
No, I don’t really need a reason for that.
What makes you say I’m a nice person. What makes you say I have eyes full
Like which unexplained, unaccounted-for hormone is responsible for the way my heart sort of fills up when I see you. What makes me call you up with so many thoughts inside and yet I can’t speak up when you ask what’s wrong.
And somehow, the thoughts flow across the distance, through the telephone lines and you somehow know. Thoughts can’t be spoken out.
The finity of it all never struck me.
Maybe that’s what makes these things special.
We don’t need a reason to be friends.
We may separate tomorrow, and yet we fight till the last breath to stay together today.
And I smile when I think, that tomorrow is still the future. We’re still in today.