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I see you shiver with antici……
pation
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And as this post sorely misses classic romcom:
- I’m just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her
- Don’t you love New York in the fall? It makes me wanna buy school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils if I knew your name and address. On the other hand, this not knowing has its charms.
- peeeeeecaaaaaaaaaan piiiiiiieeeeeee
This could be me. I first really fell in love in my thirties. Before that I had book boyfriends. Characters who I related to because of how they were written.
I didn’t know what aromantic/asexual was at the time, but they both fit me. I’m now married to a man who is my best friend and who accepts me as I am.
And being aro/ace doesn’t mean that I don’t have feelings. I do. I just have no idea whatsoever on how to express them and still feel like me, I guess?