A man walked the same path as me and as we both bumped into one another on the street we soon got to talking
And that talking soon became a relationship of friendship
It soon started reaching a level of deepness where him and me became us and we both got to know one another more and more everyday
I wouldn’t call it love but i wouldn’t call it friendship anymore because of how much we started to care for one another
Even though were both polar opposites our art still looks the same
My memories now have a permanent imprint of him
And his has all memories of me
So i guess i’ll call it love.