Is it love

Is it love that makes us feel
the way we think we do?
Or did our imagination
take hold of me and you?

Were we friends or just two people
who needed someone there?
No matter what the reason
each needed the other to care

We wound up being best friends
who never wanted things to change
If only things could be that way
there wouldn't be all this pain

But pain's alright is you care
and are willing to pay the price
If not don't ever have a friend
there's too much disappointment and sacrifice