Welcome to the blurry purgatory of modern romance — where “What are we?” feels more like a philosophical question than a relationship status. This adlib dives into the emotional labyrinth of situationships: half love story, half psychological thriller. You're not single, not taken, just emotionally invested in someone who replies “haha” like it's a love language. If you’ve ever made eye contact with your own reflection mid-spiral, this one's for you.

Because at this point, you’re not asking for commitment.
You’re just asking for answers. Or at least a straight text.