That day, you made my heart beat faster than anyone else. But I blamed it on the drugs. Just like your friends blame your confession on drugs.
I still look for you secretly, because out loud would make people talk. And they never say anything good. You tell my friends that we’re over. Past the expiration date. I wasn’t aware you’ve been keeping time. I haven’t.
I should’ve kissed you when I had the chance. Now only our eyes meet; just a little too long for us to be called ‘just friends’.