We're best-friends
i love being friends with you chatting in the middle of the night, turning minutes into hours, like we had an endless supply of five more minutes.
one moment we’re laughing, the next we’re holding eyes for all the things we lived by.
sorrys for the rest of the year spent in a day, you say, but how could i not want you again?
so i flirt like it’s a no biggie. we’re back to being best friends, like we agreed.
joking about kisses and cuddles, whatever messy hair implied, because we’d shared a few that night.
drunk under the starry skies, your hands in mine,
in your dim-lit room as the night passed by,
with songs we both loved playing behind.
i know, i know, i love what we have.
but oh, what i’d give for you to look at me like that again, with all the longing and admiration you had to give.
selfishly now, drinking games i don’t seem to mind.
but then, honestly, i love being best friends with you again.
- Namrata















