I’m aromantic- not because I can’t feel love, but because I feel too much.
My family, my friends- the world around me.
Seeing a bird on the wing, making its miniscule adjustments to have a perfect arc, a perfect landing.
Listening to a duet, with the parts melding beautifully with eachother, accentuating eachother in ways that would be impossible alone. One dancing in the wind, while the other keeps them grounded in the melody.
Seeing the hues of cracked glowsticks, a manmade rainbow of colours in the dark of the night- a hushed night, serving as the perfect backdrop for anything that dares to exist within it.
How could anyone choose to give all their love, to just one person?
My love doesn’t fit in my own hearts, why would I try to make it fit in theirs?
A million hearts, for a million things. A million days, good or bad, each with their own purpose in this silly little thing we call life.
No restrictions on everything that we can love.
