It continued in pre-school when my Auntie declared that I had a little crush when I told her I played hop-scotch with a boy that day.
I didn't understand. He was my friend. I didn't want to marry him. I didn't want to marry anyone. That was gross. I told her this. She laughed and said that one day that would change.
You were wrong.
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#no romo
Short StoryA short story about aromanticism. || TRIGGER WARNING: SLIGHT MENTIONS OF SUICIDE/DEPRESSION ||
