How does love grow?
Does that make a friend from a foe?
Or does that make a friend a lover?
Tell me now, don't let me wait any longer

A guy gives me this pillow
Another guy gives me flowers
I don't know what I feel for them
It's not love I think, it does not grow

My friend before, my lover after
We shared the tears, wee shared the laughter
We used to be together always
But then we parted ways

We were enemies, mortal enemies
We fight and fight in series
Now we're the best of friends
We're together in every trends

Now, which of those best explains it?
Give me a hint
Which of them is the answer?
Tell me now, don't let me wait any longer.