It wasn’t love.
Dear God, I know it wasn’t love.
It wasn’t love, but it wasn’t nothing either.
it was just stolen glances in long corridors,
or laughing a little too much at each other’s jokes.
it was just feeling giddy
at touching knees and pausing before breathing their name.
it was just painting smiles on your faces,
whenever you hear their name.
“And I know it wasn’t love” I said.
But it could have been.
I’m sure, in another time, or in another place.
It could have been.