Just Friends

The day that I met you I thought you were nice.
All I saw in you was a friend.
I could tell you anything.
I called you my "best guy friend."
I could see that you liked me.
You showed how much you cared.
People told me that we could be more.
But I didn't want to ruin that little thing we had.
Now that more people tell me.
I think we could be more.
I think we should be more.
Am I really seeing you or is it just a fluke?