Just Acquaintance

You know me,
I know you,
But not well enough.
You’ve got your friends,
And I have my own.
You’ve got your thing,
And I have my own.
We’re different,
In every way that matters,
And in every way,
That doesn’t matter at all.
I like you,
And as days pass,
It feels more like an addiction,
An unhealthy obsession.
I want to see you every day,
And I dream about us every night.
But it pains me,
That we’re not even friends…