...And maybe we don’t have to call it anything. Maybe we can call it holding hands, sharing secrets, and three am texts. We could just keep watching movies but not really watching them. No, we don’t have to call it love, even though it can be. Even though I think it is. Even though I need it to be. I just know that I want you. Even if you don’t want to label it. Even if you are not ready to say what it means to me.