Órion

“I was curious now, that's for sure.
And I was also terrified.
I mean, that wasn't me. Asexual. Aromantic.
I still wanted to have sex with someone, eventually. Once I found someone I actually liked. Just because I'd never liked anyone didn't mean I never would . . . did it?
And I wanted to fall in love. I really, really did.
I definitely would someday.
So that couldn't be me.
I didn't want that to be me.
Fuck. I didn't know.
I shook my head a little, trying to dispel the hurricane of confusion that was threatening to form inside my brain.”
― Alice Oseman, Loveless

“Aromantic.
Asexual.
I came back to the words until they felt real in my mind, at least. Maybe they wouldn't be real in most people's minds. But I would make them real in mine. I could do whatever the fuck I wanted.”
― Alice Oseman, Loveless

“asexual” and “aromantic” were different things. She liked holding hands and trading kisses. She’d had several boyfriends in elementary school, just like most of the other girls, and she had always found those practice relationships completely satisfying. It wasn’t until puberty had come along and changed the rules that she’d started pulling away in confusion and disinterest.”
― Seanan McGuire, Every Heart a Doorway

“If I'm sincere today, what does it matter if I regret it tomorrow?”
― José Saramago, Blindness