Verse 1 We talk for hours like the day got no end, like time don’t exist when it’s me and my friend. Thirty-some years and we still got more to say, and not one silence feels like something to escape. It ain’t a crush, it ain’t a phase, it ain’t a spark that burns fast— it’s the kind of love that’s been holding its breath and finally let go of the mask. Pre-Chorus You laugh it off when I call it what it is, act like you can’t hear me, like you missed what I said— but you been here… you been here. Chorus This ain’t infatuation, no—this is soul recognition, two hearts trying not to drown, finally choosing permission. You don’t say it loud, but you show it every day, and I don’t need the words if the truth is how you stay. ‘Cause people who don’t care don’t call like that, don’t hold you like that, don’t come right back. This is deeper than timing, deeper than fear— this is love that been waiting… and it’s here. Verse 2 You spent a lifetime playing “just a friend,” like that was enough to make the longing end. And I spent years wondering what it feels like— to be somebody’s forever, to be somebody’s light. How folks make fifty years and still look the same when they say your name… Now I know— ‘cause you look at me like I’m home. Pre-Chorus Funny how the truth don’t rush, it just circles back when we finally ready. We didn’t fall— we remembered. Chorus This ain’t infatuation, no—this is soul recognition, two hearts trying not to drown, finally choosing permission. You don’t say it loud, but you show it every day, and I don’t need the words if the truth is how you stay. ‘Cause people who don’t care don’t call like that, don’t hold you like that, don’t come right back. This is deeper than timing, deeper than fear— this is love that been waiting… and it’s here. Bridge (spoken / half-sung, very raw) I didn’t expect it to start like this— not now… not here… not after everything. The marriage, the separation, the jobs, the losses, the healing… All of it. Like life had to wear me down just to bring me back to what was always true. Back to the one standing there— quietly— at the same stop the whole time. And I’m not mad at the years. I’m not mad at the delay. Because what’s real don’t expire— it just waits until you’re brave enough to stop denying it. Final Chorus (bigger, then strip down at the end) This ain’t infatuation, no—this is soul recognition, two hearts trying not to drown, finally choosing permission. You don’t say it loud, but you show it every day, and I don’t need the words if the truth is how you stay. We been us since way back then— just didn’t know how to let it in. Now I’m done with pretending, done with the fear— this is love that been waiting… and it’s here. Outro (soft, repeat twice) It’s here… It’s here…