I’ve always been the girl who needed a rubric for an assignment. I like expectations to be clear. Black and white. A gray area makes me nervous. But lately, a few of the clear and cut lines in my life have become blurry.
Relationships are a tricky thing, you see. What happens when the person who comforts you becomes more comforting than normal, and you realize you enjoy it? Their hugs become warmer, and their insight more meaningful. You’re now more than friends, but there isn’t a word to describe the relationship. You might as well throw the rubric away; your expectations can not be defined. When you start coloring outside the lines of something definable, it can’t be erased. It is no longer black or white, but 50 shades of gray.
While black and white situations are safe, they are boring. Why would I want to choose between two plain colors when I could have 50 shades of gray?
This new developed area of gray no longer arouses any nerves. It brings excitement.
Gray, in all of its shades, has become something beautiful. Beautifully complicated.
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