The other Us

Just the other day we were two, both of whom sat on a roof watching the night. Watching for meaning of what and when. We had already found the who.. or so we thought. Though no other two shared together more. At least that's how we thought then. I didn't know what was to become of us. This word, us, kept expanding in years. Why is it so for me, and not those more deserving? All the others, all of them.., loved. My closest friends, the other us.