“I have no idea what you are to me.” At first, I’m offended. I’m outraged. After all we’ve been through. I’m about to respond, flustered and angry, when I realize… she’s absolutely right. What the fuck are we? We’ll never be friends. We’re no longer enemies. We can’t be lovers. Where does that leave us? Soldiers at war. Kindred spirits. Two lost, wandering souls with nothing, and everything, in common. Or… maybe not. Maybe we aren’t something meant to be labeled. We transcend titles.
