Loveless

‘I’m at uni for three months and suddenly I’m not straight any more.’
‘Mood,’ I said.

I thought I looked quite good, actually, in my usual sort of cosy bookseller way.

‘I don’t get why so many teen movies are about teenagers who are obsessed with losing their virginity,’ I said. ‘Like … who actually cares?’

My future still terrified me. But everything seemed a little brighter when my best friends were around.

we were both trying to force ourselves to like guys, we were both struggling with the fact that we didn’t have crushes on the people we were supposed to, we were both feeling … I dunno … weird and different! And neither of us liked guys!

‘Georgia.’ Pip smiled, a little exasperated. ‘You’re not weird.’
She was the first person who’d said that to me.

‘How come you know me better than anyone?’ she asked.
‘We live together?’ I said.

‘Give your friendships the magic you would give a romance. Because they’re just as important. Actually, for us, they’re way more important.’

There were more of us out there.
Neither of us were alone in this.

The aromantic and asexual spectrums weren’t just straight lines. They were radar charts with at least a dozen different axes.