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Posted by on 2013/03/31 under Uncategorized

I hate it when people tell me that I will meet someone right just for me soon;
that I will one day take my words back about not wanting to marry or have kids;
that I am just simply behaving like a child and not wanting to have a love life.

I never wanted to be direct about this whole subject because I dare not to be vulgar about my diction.

I don’t have a problem with others falling in love as long as they don’t make out in front of me, though I believe that is the case with most people to begin with.

How do you explain to someone that the mere thought of me falling in love simply disgusts me?

I want to throw up. It’s sickening. Disgusting.

Take no insults to those happily in love,
I am just as happy for you two but I am
not comfortable with love as a subject.

And I’ve did some thinking since I was asked questions.

Am I afraid to love others?

Is it because I am unable to love myself first?

It’s true that I already feel uncertain in friendships
and it’s true that I rather despise who I am but
love… I suppose it is beautiful, but also ugly.

May I tell you a story?

A story of which I believe has caused me to view romance in such ways?

You see, I have a cousin. A female cousin.

I wouldn’t exactly say we have a close relationship,
seeing how she would only visit my house when
she isn’t with her boyfriend or friends.

I’m probably a last resort if she is lonely.

She often brags to me about the things she
has and that I do not be it;

Looks, money, friends, boyfriend.

And before you come to the conclusion that I am simply jealous,
would you believe me if I said I didn’t care?

She always bragged, to me, my sister, anyone within her sights.
She brags but tries to make it indirectly just so you can
praise her a bit more on what she has.

It’s really annoying and I had quickly caught onto that.

Her first boyfriend was when she was roughly thirteen or fourteen–I forget.

About bragging? She talked him endlessly about him, invited him
to my house which by the way is not her house and would smooch
him right in front of my sister who was at that time about eight and
me roughly around ten years old.

I would pretend to be happy for her, but I quickly got fed up with her.

Love is fickle, I suppose. They broke up and got back together a lot.
She used up my computer time to talk to him for hours, maintaining
a somewhat long distance. She would cry at the computer too and
expected two little kids aka me and my sister to comfort her.

We were forced to lie that there was no boy in her life to her parents and to ours.

I hated my cousin. Even before this, she made us her servants, just because we were naive.

I hate her,

I think what made it worse was when this first boyfriend came over
at their house, introduced as a “friend” and simply walked in a family party.

We were gathered in her brother’s room and
I believe they were… how does one put this in a way most modest…

I believe they were having intercourse.

It’s only an assumption, seeing how she once cried after they broke up for good that he had apologized for taking her first time. I could only assume that this first time was well, you know, her innocence.

People are allowed to love.

I believe people should be allowed to love.

It doesn’t matter what sexual orientation or whatever, as long as the love is mutual and happy.

I believe this much yet I am given confusion and laughs as I tell others I believe I am most likely an aromantic asexual. I feel no need, no desire to be in a romantic relationship. I simply hate being touched and thoughts about love and sex concerning myself is so disgusting that I could almost throw up.

People tell me I am lucky, people who have suffered one-sided crushes or had been involved in bad relationships.

Am I truly lucky?

I’ve never experienced what it is like to have a crush,
yet people do look beautiful when they are in love.

Loving someone looks fun,
but I feel like I could be sick.

Conflicts in my feelings are odd,
but I’m sure I will never love.

I don’t want to love.

I never felt a yearning to be loved either.

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