Today She stroked my hair As I laid in her lap With my legs stretched out On the chairs In the auditorium People all around us Talking Laughing Oblivious to the blissful smile on my face As she stroked my hair gently Long nails lightly scratching my scalp And I wish God I wish I could have laid there forever
Maybe, with potential new romance on the horizon, I can finally look at her how I'm meant to: as a best friend, and nothing more.