For almost a year, everything about us looked and felt like we were a couple. She told me she loved me, I told her I loved her, and she spent most weekends at my apartment. We were even talking about taking our first trip together.
We never had a conversation about labels. But honestly, I thought we were past the point of needing one.
A few days before her birthday, she stayed over at my place. I woke up early and made breakfast because I wanted to surprise her. When I brought it over, she smiled and said, “You spoil me too much.”
I laughed. “I’ve got to spoil my woman.” She looked at me and said, “I’m not your woman.” I thought she was joking.