When we first met
I didn't think you were very special.
I didn't hate you
But I didn't really like you either.
I hoped we could maybe be friends
But if not
I wouldn't be heartbroken or anything.
No big deal.
But then, then, then.
Then we started to talk
And laugh
And play
And look
At each other.
And then I decided maybe,
Just maybe,
I liked you a little more
Than I'd thought.
Or maybe a lot more.