She knew that it didn’t mean anything. She knew that she wasn’t supposed to feel this way. But she did.
It was a casual thing. A fling. They would hook up every now and then, whenever anyone of them called. It wasn’t gonna go on forever and she knew that. She did. but she just couldn’t help but hope.
Hope that maybe one day, maybe one day he’d realize that it could be more serious. Be exclusive. Go on dates, instead of stumbling in and out of each others’ apartments whenever. Maybe one day he’d tell her he loved her and that he’d been waiting for this day for ages.
But until then, she could just pretend and hope.