Aren't we a little naive little boy?
Aren't we trying a little too much?
And will we ever be able
To make things last?

And I know I shouldn't be doing this
Calling you little boy
Because you're a year older than me
And about two centimetres taller
And you kind of use this
You call me a pixie
Sometimes grab me and don't let me go
Because although you're not much taller
You are stronger
And although I always seem a little angry
I love this fact
And you know

And I know I shouldn't be thinking about the end
When we haven't even started yet
But I think we both do think about it
And we do that so often
That we're too worried to start
To finally start dating
Much as we want to kiss each other
We still can't force ourselves to

Lovely as the idea of us getting together may be
We're still just friends
A little naive
And much more in love
And I know you can't help but stare at me
Everytime I do something stupid
And you laugh at me
But you laugh proudly
And you are little overprotective
You act like if I was your girl

Like today I was waiting at the library
And you had about 40 minutes
Before your training started
And I asked if I could come
You agreed
So I did
And we were walking around
Randomly
Me on the right side as always
Because for some reason I hate to walk on the left
And you smiled all the time
Because I kind of hitted all the lampposts along the sidewalk
You always pulled me a little closer to you
And smiled with that smile
I would call
"That's my girl
And I'm very proud of her
And if you will ever hurt her
Touch her
Ruin her hairstyle or anything
I'll hurt you ten times more
Just saying."

And in the evening
I was reading a book for theatre
Australian folk tales
I found it a bit weird
And so I texted you
It took you a while to reply
I thought you didn't care about me
And I was kind of sad because of it
Because I thought you stopped caring somehow
But then you replied
I opened your text a bit nervously
Because I didn't want to know the truth

But the text wasn't cruel at all
It said
"I'm glad I got home. But at the same time, if it meant we could spend some more time together I would go back immediately. I don't care I would get home late. I don't care if I'll be forced to sleep on a bench in a park. I just want to see you again."
And then we kept texting
Till like 12 pm
Although I wanted to go to the bed early
I couldn't stop reading your sweet messages
You were so cute yesterday
Like when I sent you an unfiltered selfie
Of my face without makeup
You told me I was too pretty
For you to even believe

And I know it's something really basic
I know it doesn't mean anything to others
Until you finally commit something
But it means a lot to me
Because I know you
And I know how hard these things are
I know the way you look at me
I know how you talk about me to your friends
Because you know, one of them is a really good double agent
And she tells me everything you tell her
And it's so cute and sweet
And I hope one day you'll tell me all those things
While lying in a bed with me
Running your fingers through my hair
Kissing me on a forehead
And hugging me softly but tightly
As you always do
And I know that your messages aren't just sweet
But they really mean something
And that you don't want just to sleep with me
Because if you did
You wouldn't bother smiling with sparkles in your eyes
Everytime I enter the room
And you think I never noticed until you told me
But believe me
I hella did

I just hope we're not so naive as we feel
I hope we'll make it last
And if we'll ever start
Which we both want to so hard
I know you'd still be the same
I know you'd be sweet and amazing
And that I'd be happy
And I hope you'd be too