do we need to tag relations?

Tepidness on face, warmth in eyes, amicable attitude, courteous gestures, soft touch. There are no barriers of caste, creed, race, religion, class. Those attempts to freak out for dinners and prolong it hop, jig, and spin, swings, whirls at dancing session. Those mornings when you wake up by calls to wish you good fortune to dare not to throw down the gauntlet in battle of life. That remembrance during noon time to show the special place you occupy. The sudden gifts outpoured on you to mark preference for you. Those hugs eschewed, kisses abstained, and few words fought shy of, promises forsweared. Attempts to understand. And enjoy life as moments flow.
It is bothersome when others come up and ask you ‘who is he/she to you?”. The amusement, delight, gratification from unsaid emotion, untold love all spills up. I beg to ask them, “Who the hell are you to poke your nose and ask us to tag our terms? We do not want to have exemplary people around us, just to earmark them to avoid taboos. It is not an anathema to move ahead with life. There is no deception as change is the law of life and time.