We are not flirting.
We're just friends,
you say as we ride the car
on our way home.

It felt nice,
being with a boy like this
after two years.
I remember him still,
but the memories are faded.

Have you ever wondered
about us?
What could have been...
You know?
I smile at you.
Nod. Yes. I have.
I gaze on the windshield.

It felt nice,
hearing you question me
about what I feel towards you.

I, to be honest, have always wondered.
I feel like sleeping.
So I close my eyes
and lean on the window.

It felt nice,
listening to you confess
while I am having a good rest.

Come here,
you say as you touch my face,
ever so softly,
and made me lean on your shoulder.

It felt nice, you see,
being with you.
A boy who makes me feel
protected and warm.
A boy, just like him.

We're almost there,*
you say as you tap my cheek
Did I sleep?
Because I don't know
if I was dreaming
or just thinking
that he was the one with me,
not you.