We start out friends.

You dream of someone else and I dream of you taking me on a date.

You think I'm funny and I think your eyes reflect a beautiful shade of blue when the sun hits them (even though they're gray).

You hate how energetic I am in the morning and I hate how much I wanna run my fingers over the freckles that sit at the top of your cheeks.

You love that I laugh at your horrible jokes and I love you.

We become friends with benefits.

You dream of rubbing your hands over my body and I dream of calling you mine.

You think my lips are really soft and I think your hand would fit perfectly in mine.

You hate the way I always have to leave before we get to the "good part" and I hate how you only want me for the "good part".

You love the way I run my hands through your hair when we make out and I love you.

We become best friends with benefits.

You dream of kissing me everywhere and I dream of holding your hand at school.

You think my hair looks beautiful when it's straight and I think you smell the best when we hug.

You hate that we haven't had enough time to hang out after school and I hate that you want to hang out after school to have sex (but I'm wrong).

You love the way I walk you to track every day and I love you.

We become whatever we are now.

You dream of introducing me to your family and I dream of being liked by your parents.

You think I don't notice how often you look at me in math class and I think you don't know how much I love it when you call me babe (but you do).

You hate when I fall asleep while we're texting at two in the morning and I hate that I can't stay awake long enough to say goodnight.

You love how golden my eyes are close up and I love you.