Aro-spec Gothic

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You don’t exist, they tell you. You look down at yourself in confusion. You are still there. Nobody can see or hear you. You do not exist.

Your heart longs for something you know you don’t actually want. You wonder why you even bother when the feeling will just fade.

Romance is a thing, they say. You accept it unquestioningly. You do not believe them.

You reach for the romantic feeling. It isn’t there. You swear it was there only a second ago. Where did it go? Was it ever there in the first place?

They come bringing cake. That cake isn’t for you, you try to tell them, pointing to the ace community next door. They don’t listen, showering you in endless cake.

You see your flag colors and feel a burst of pride. It has nothing to do with your orientation. It never has anything to do with your orientation. The universe is made of utterly arbitrary things.

You scream into the void, trying to be heard. There is only silence in response. You wonder if you really are alone. 

This feeling is romantic. You are certain of it. This feeling is platonic. You are certain of it. You are certain that they are two different words for the same feeling. You aren’t certain of anything.

You try to write an inclusive post but you are forgetting an identity. You type until your fingers bleed but you are still missing one. You will always miss one.