Was it casual when you updated me?
Was it casual when you told me you missed me?
Was it casual when we walked home together after school?
Was it casual when you hugged me like you were afraid of losing me?

These questions burned within you, seeking the true depth of his feelings. You longed to decipher the significance behind his actions, to understand if they were mere casual gestures.

As you discreetly observed from afar, he stood patiently, waiting for you.

"Hey, handsome," a girl approached him. "Are you here waiting for your girlfriend?"

After a brief pause, he reluctantly replied "yes," leaving the girl puzzled as she walked away.

Was it casual when you claimed I was just a friend, yet now you wait for your girlfriend, who was truly me all along?