Honeymoon Avenue

9. Strings

what are we? I asked him one night while we ate dinner at my place.

what do you mean? he replied, genuine confusion on his face

how do we label our relationship? what do we say to people when they ask?

we don't need labels,baby-he said confidently

who cares what they say?

I saw right through his bullshit

I sat there quiet, disappointment heavy on my heart, furious

he noticed the aggravated look on my face,

you know I love you -he said as he pushed a strand of hair behind my ear

but I just couldn't be mad at him, I should have hated him but I just couldn't. I didn't want to. He was excused.