"You're still friends with him?"Some people never seem to understand why after everything I've been through, I still can call him a friend. Someone even went as far as asking me what kind of friends are we, to which i replied "special", being the only word I think is most acceptable or recognizable in the world of relationships.

We have tried to define what we have. Many attempts of trying to determine at which point are we really in. It is difficult, specially for me. I have always disliked gray areas but we are in one. I do not really like being here nor do I hate it. It's just where we are. We still hang out --- his place and mine. But we don't go out on dates. It's confusing, I know but I am fine with it. And I guess he is, too. I do not have the luxury of time to conduct some kind of experiment to conclude how he really feels for he is leaving soon. Only then can time and distance work their ways on what we have.

Sometimes, I think that maybe we shouldn't even define what we are. Maybe it's more fulfilling to just go with te flow of how this "relationship" is going; to enjoy the moments of intimacy and the moments of uncertainty because they are part of any relationship, vague or not, that should only be defined by the two of us. My point is sometimes two people who are affectionate and who care enough for one another don't know what they are exactly. So why should other people know?