Like a pair of socks.

Lending my napkin because you tipped over your pop can.

Singing love songs in your red jeep.

Drifting in the gray area between sleep and awareness on your chest while you read.

Pushing you when I think you are not paying enough attention to me.

Curling up next to you for warmth.

This is friendship. This is love.

the two go hand in hand, just like us.