Serendipity

They say best friends stick together, like a straight line that doesn't bend But where does that line start? was it on that rainy day when we were alone in that cafe and something just clicked? or was it on that summer night where expectations for leaking stars were traded For our deep words. was it when I started telling you about my dreams? But what about when we fought what about when we started talking to other people more than each other? because that doesn't really feel like a straight line. I used to be like a lost puppy just wanting to be held in someone's arms you didn't even worry about me Instead you taught me to heal by myself All that time spent Just feeling bad But you, you made me really see What being friends is meant to be.