What are we, even?

We are not a couple; we are a little more than friends.
We are somewhere in the middle; undisclosed, unnamed.

We are two people, lost, trying to find the way to belong in the right arms at the end of the night.
There is misery in the air, but when we are together, that same air is replaced with breaths of joy.

I like you, you say.
I like you, too, I reply.
We like one another, but we know not what's to be done with such confessions.

I wish you were here.
And you, here.
Oh, the things we'd do.
We'd have numerous adventures.
Together.
Together.

We want togetherness, we want space.
You wish for long-lasting; I yearn for a beginning.

What are we, even?
We are two souls wandering in the wild, walking into the unknown.

What are we?
A You and an I,
But not quite an Us.