Labels
Categories. Labels.
Neat and orderly. Everything in its place no question where it belongs.
So simple. So easy. Such a perfect system.
But, we cannot categorize our feelings.
Our relationship cannot be defined let alone labeled.
And, there is nothing neat or orderly about us.
We cannot wear our feelings on our sleeves.
And though our eyes betray our hearts and speak of passion denied, the pain we feel when forced to pretend is tamped down and duty reigns.
