begging for a definition.

last night, after finally showing/telling a friend about my blog, she read it. after which she proceeded to tell me how i should show this to him one day in the future, if we ever get past this blurry line of whatever it is we are. and to tell you the truth, i don't like this part. the part that begs for defining- what's the point anyway? the point of titling a relationship. i don't recall ever asking any of my friends, what are we? 

my response was simply, no. no to showing this to him, and no to even telling him this exists. because quite frankly, i don't see the purpose in it. this is my little corner, where i write freely- or as freely as one can hope given the audience. i like not knowing who will read the words found here as i type them. i like the mystery behind the people who stumble across my heart. because really that's all this is here, me sharing pieces of my life. sharing my most recent meditations... or as recent as i can keep up with.

so to you who read these words, i say, thank you.