Whenever you tell me a secret
You push my hair back
Nice and neat
I tease you about it
Cuz its strange
And its kind of our thing
When you dropped me off tonight
You told me you needed to tell me "a secret"
So you pushed back my hair
Leaned in close
The secret wasn't told
Instead it was asked
"Will you go out with me?"
I smiled a toothy grin
I motioned with a wave of my hand
To lean in close
I whispered to you
"Yes"
It was perfect
So uniquely us
And tonight was the night
My best friend
Became something so much more.