Sometimes I question if I'm aromantic,
And lately I've been questioning it again.
You know that saying,
You only fall in love three times,
maybe it's true
But if it is,
I think I’d like a retry.
My first taught me what love was not,
That's concerning cause
I thought that was the second's job
My second teaching me what it could be seen to be
But could ly there like a hidden corruption
that erupted when seen.
So before my third
I worked on myself to get better help,
Cause I thought just maybe the problem was me,
Maybe I loved too little.
Or too carefully.
Or too late.
So I had the means to let it lean,
And it truly turned into a scene
she was a lovely brunette with dark amber eyes
that didn’t feel like a warning.
And that’s what scared me.
Because she didnt feel
like a lesson.
She didnt feel
like chaos.
She felt steady.
Like something my mind invented
to prove I could still believe in love.
unlike prior i gave myself the illusion
of perfection, and believed the delusion
believing she was flawless,
and you know maybe i was color blind
with how i let the red flags look green.
Maybe the third love
wasn’t fate giving me what love should truely be.
maybe it was fate teaching me
no one is flawless,
even radiant marble has cracks.
Even the calmest ocean has undercurrents.
Even the safest hands carry old scars.
but rather then see them as red flags,
to fall in love with the flaws
Maybe that’s where i went wrong
searching for something
while blinded by the perfect shown by media
Because loving someone
isn’t ignoring the cracks.
It’s seeing them clearly
and choosing
to trace them gently
instead of calling it damage.
It’s knowing
where the knife was
and not making it deeper
Maybe the third love
wasn’t fate rewarding me
with perfection.
Maybe it was teaching me
that real love
isn’t flawless
it’s intentional.
So maybe I’m still questioning
if I’m aromantic.
Maybe I question it
And maybe that saying is true.
you only fall in love three times.
But if that’s the case
I don’t want perfection.
I don’t want a lesson.
I just want a retry.
Apr 10
Apr 10, 2026 at 10:46 AM UTC
Sometimes I question if I'm aromantic,
And lately I've been questioning it again.
You know that saying,
You only fall in love three times,
maybe it's true
But if it is,
I think I’d like a retry.
My first taught me what love was not,
That's concerning cause
I thought that was the second's job
My second teaching me what it could be seen to be
But could ly there like a hidden corruption
that erupted when seen.
So before my third
I worked on myself to get better help,
Cause I thought just maybe the problem was me,
Maybe I loved too little.
Or too carefully.
Or too late.
So I had the means to let it lean,
And it truly turned into a scene
she was a lovely brunette with dark amber eyes
that didn’t feel like a warning.
And that’s what scared me.
Because she didnt feel
like a lesson.
She didnt feel
like chaos.
She felt steady.
Like something my mind invented
to prove I could still believe in love.
unlike prior i gave myself the illusion
of perfection, and believed the delusion
believing she was flawless,
and you know maybe i was color blind
with how i let the red flags look green.
Maybe the third love
wasn’t fate giving me what love should truely be.
maybe it was fate teaching me
no one is flawless,
even radiant marble has cracks.
Even the calmest ocean has undercurrents.
Even the safest hands carry old scars.
but rather then see them as red flags,
to fall in love with the flaws
Maybe that’s where i went wrong
searching for something
while blinded by the perfect shown by media
Because loving someone
isn’t ignoring the cracks.
It’s seeing them clearly
and choosing
to trace them gently
instead of calling it damage.
It’s knowing
where the knife was
and not making it deeper
Maybe the third love
wasn’t fate rewarding me
with perfection.
Maybe it was teaching me
that real love
isn’t flawless
it’s intentional.
So maybe I’m still questioning
if I’m aromantic.
Maybe I question it
And maybe that saying is true.
you only fall in love three times.
But if that’s the case
I don’t want perfection.
I don’t want a lesson.
I just want a retry.