"I can't breathe, please don't say you love me. 胸がはち切れそうで" - First Love/ Late Spring by Mitski
I have found that in my many years of eagerly awaiting the slightest hint that I could be in love, that it never comes. I have dated plenty of people sure ; but none that I ever truly loved. I suppose my predicament is incessantly cruel in that regard. I think the harshest part of this though, is not the endless waiting or coming to the conclusion that I will forever feel like a part of me is missing when I look to the streets filled with romance. It's the fact that I have always been my biggest antagonizer, every word in my brain mumblings that I "haven't found the one" or that I'm just too "easily swayed by emotion". Those are the thoughts that swing my insecurity with my own identity back and forth like a swing off its hinges.
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A world without love
PoetryLife as an Aromantic, is a series of writings about living in a world filled with love and affection. When you yourself cant relate. Alternative Title: Life as an Aromantic These will centered around Aromantism by itself because I myself can only s...
