When the love comes into your lives, how different will you feel?
That suddenly everything is so filled with bliss?
Suddenly you feel so contented?
Suddenly everything feels so right and you want nothing, nothing more, only to have everything preserved that way?

Or will it rather slowly infuse itself in?
Creep up to you, unaware even,
until realisation dawns on you,
until you found out that he/she is just standing there,
right in front of you,
and you've knew that he/she is The One all along, forever.
And the quiet blissfulness you've always felt with him/her just continues.
Contented with everything, just like the way it is.

I think that's how people feel when their friends turn into their lovers.

Friendship and love.
One thin line in between.
How do you differentiate?
How do you distinct one from the other?
What if you've always think of that friend as a friend, or even just a "sibling",
and one fine day it just dawned on you that actually he/she had been the one all along.
And what if it's too late?
And you cannot reciprocate the feeling that took root so long ago
and you can never tell him/her how you feel?

What if?