More Than Just Friends Poem by paul mumbuna

More Than Just Friends

I only realised
that I liked you…

when jealousy quietly
knocked on the door of my chest.

Not the loud, dramatic kind.

No.

The quiet kind.
The kind that whispers,
"Why does it sting
when someone else
gets the same smile
you give me? "

That's when it started.

That moment
when "just friends"
began to feel like a shirt
two sizes too small
for what my heart
was trying to grow into.

Because suddenly
I started noticing things.

Like how before I sleep
I want to make sure
you're okay.

And when I wake up
you're one of the first names
that passes through my mind
like morning sunlight
through an open window.

And when you're quiet for too long
my heart becomes a detective
asking questions
my pride pretends not to care about.

Yeah…

I realised something.

I don't want
*just friends.*

I want more.

Not the complicated kind of more.

But the beautiful kind.

I want—

A prayer partner.
Someone who folds their hands with mine
when life feels heavier than faith.

A gossip mate.
Because sometimes
the world makes more sense
when you laugh about it together.

A study buddy.
Someone who pretends to read
but keeps stealing glances
over the top of their notebook.

You see…

You're the only DM
I want to simp in.

The only conversation
that can turn
five minutes
into three hours
without permission from the clock.

And I want to be soft around you.

I want to be a baby around you.

But still somehow
be your Prince Charming
in public.

Opening doors.

Pulling chairs.

Bringing breakfast to your bed
like love is a language
served on a plate.

Because I don't want
casual friendships.

I want *all-weather love*.

The kind that survives sunshine
and thunderstorms.

The kind where we're carefree
but still try to impress each other
like two people
who never stopped choosing.

The kind that prays together
even when one of us
is a complete mess.

The kind where we experience
the highs
the lows
the victories
the silent battles
together.

And listen…

I don't want a perfect you.

Perfection is boring.

I want the real you.

The laugh that escapes
before you can stop it.

The stubborn days.

The quiet moments.

The prayers whispered
when life forgets to be gentle.

Because love
is not about finding perfection.

It's about finding someone
whose broken pieces
don't scare you…

they make you stay.

And if I'm honest…

I think somewhere
between our conversations
our laughter
and those quiet little moments
we never talk about…

my heart started building
a home
around yours.

So no…

I don't want
*just friends.*

I want us.