Just Friends or Something More?

I thought we were just friends until recently ago.
I see you glancing at me from the corner of my eye.
I feel you staring at me from behind.
Why won’t you let me know the way you feel?
Why are you making it so hard for me to read you?
You’re like a book, with an unfinished middle and without an end.
Our friendship is the beginning
Where we are right now is the middle.
But what about the end?
Were we meant to be just friends?
Or something more?