That look of yours. Yes, the same one were you magnify your eyes. The one which makes me feel that they’ll just pop out. That.
That’s when I knew.
When you blurt out the same things. And when I do the same. And then we understand, but don’t laugh. The silent high-fives.
That’s when I knew.
When you share those uninteresting stories. Oh, sorry that’s just me. You hold them back. But you listen, to mine. And remember.
That’s when I knew.
Your start-stop act of being funny (trying to) and thoughtful.
That’s when I knew.
Maybe we both know. Now. And then. Or maybe it’s just me. Again. Waving at the bus, I keep missing.
”It’s just in your head”
‘Yes, and that’s the damn problem!’