Dear Romance,
People are talking about us.
They ask why I don't like you.

But really,
it's not you, it's me.

I tried to embrace you, Romance,
I really did,
but I can't even hug you
without wanting to run away!
And a kiss?
There's no way.

I really appreciate your effort
for all of those seventeen years.

But I think it's time to say...
I think I'm aromantic.

And I finally realized
that it's okay.

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