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I'm aroace, aplatonic and on the afamilial spectrum, but I am still completely and utterly in love.

I'm in love with the moon. Every night I look for her in the sky, and every time I see her I grin sheepishly at her with adoration in my teeth. She's so pretty, my darling lady, and I feel so ridiculously smitten with her.

I'm in love with the German language. I imagine her to be a beautiful, round forest spirit in the dark of the woods, with long, brown, coiled hair, whom if you are quiet and gentle enough, may appear before you before leaving you once again to hide amongst the trees. And when she speaks and I read her words, my heart flutters.

I'm in love with the double bass. In the back of my mind, we dance, elegant together in old, crumbling castles, sweeping through the gold pouring through the stained glass windows. Their dark, soft, comforting notes like an auditory weighted blanket.

I'm in love with old books. I rescue them from neglect and unwant, and I hold them in my frail, damaged arms to my chest and whisper to them that I love them and will care for them, and tend to the love they have been bestowed throughout their lifetime by previous owners, and that I'm sorry for their neglect, but that if they will allow me, I will love them with all I am capable of.

I'm in love with poeticism. She plants her claws in the walls of my chest cavity, and from the gashes burst plumes of flowers, each with their own story and affectionate symbolism that they hold so dearly in their fragile figures, dusting my lungs with tender meanings that I will echo out into the world.

I'm in love with the colour brown. They recieve so much cruelty and dismissal, despite being such a loving colour. They're the colour of the home; of the wooden floorboards and furniture; of warm, hearty, homecooked meals in the winter; of the dirt in the flower pots; of the blankets you cuddle in the cold and the knitted jumpers you cradle yourself in. They're warm, and loving, and affectionate.

I'm in love with so much and so many, and I am so full of love it feels like I'm spilling out of my body. I never want to be in a romantic, sexual or platonic relationship, and I do not want any more family than the small household I have, but in myself I will forever be planting kisses on each and every one of these things and so many more, and bowing my heart for them.

/aff /gen