Comfortable

It's 4:36am. Finding out one's sexuality is kind of scary. Realizing what you are, it points you in a direction. This direction may be one you aren't completely comfortable exploring. When I found out what it was I was fulfilled. The fear didn't set in until a few minutes. I had to grasp that one day I would not be able to find out what true love is. Unlike other asexuals, who do want  a romantic relationship, I always veered away from it. I knew, that no matter how much I may find interest in it, I would never really enjoy my life completely if I found romance. I knew that it would hinder my life. I look around to see these people, so happy and joyous in their positions, so I strive for the same. They all have something I don't, and for that I feel jealous, and sad. Sad that I cannot be like they are. I found comfort today, another. A living breathing person who is indeed real. It's almost as if I can see colors. There is comfort in knowing another has the same personality. While it is strange, it is comfortable, simply, holey, comfortable.