I’m scared of love. I really am. I’m asexual and I don’t believe I can ever be loved. All my friends are getting flirted with and loved on and I genuinely feel like I’m falling behind. Though, at the same time, I don’t wanna be in a relationship at all. I’m just sick and tired of being the second choice, the floater friend, or the one that’s not choosen at all. Perhaps I just want effort. I want to be yearned for and swooned and woo-ed, even if I end up rejecting the person that does it. I want effort. To be proved that I matter. More.