There are blurry lines in front of us,
They are called the friends and lovers.
We didn't choose it,
We knew that,
We are more than friends but less than lovers.

No one dare to cross that line,
What is await of us in front
Is not a wonderful future.

We have secrets that no ones knows.
Those secrets are a way to prove that
our relationship was real.
We are just comfortable
the way we are.

Those blurry lines of ours will remain there,
until the day we have courage to move forward.