an aromantic's guide to romance

You stand at the shore. The wind blows in your hair, whipping it backwards, stiffening it with seaspray. Beside you, your best friend holds your hand, watching with you. Over the horizon, your lover knots ropes on a ship, a page in your handwriting protected in a shirt pocket, over the heart.

Who do you love the more?

Flip a coin. Don’t look at the result: it fell into the sea.

written for the anti-romance jam