I've just met you
But talking to you
Makes my heart flutter
And we're only on day two

Our conversations feel
Like they are crammed together
Making up for years
Of worn out life, like leather

Your voice hits me hard
Affects my vocal strands
Makes me stutter and fumble
Sweaty and cold hands

Being friends with someone
Who listens but doesn't pity
Who doesn't judge or make assumptions
Who likes me for me

Is a shock to the system
A feeling foreign to me
I hope our friendship can blossom and further
Turn into a wild tree

Maybe we can be
For than "just friends" some day
But for now, friendship is new and magical
I wouldn't have it any other way