You're meant to love the way they whisper in the story books
-of great love comes great loss
-and your heart beat ringing with the sound of the church bells
that announce your wedding and your partner to be
Rice falling over your hair like a torrent of petals
-And it's so romantic don't you know
(it's expected don't you know)
-And it takes until fifth year in a broom closet with Ginny Weasley to know
perhaps you're not meant to love that way after all

But sex is fickle and affection charming
-You're supposed to swoon at the delicate touch of fingers
on your neck
of lips against your ear
and whispering sweet nothings is more than a chore
a pleasant pastime to while away the hours
between Charms and Herbology
-and it's not ok but you don't have the words to explain why
-Perhaps the Nargles have stolen them

In seventh year, aromantic becomes more than a word in a dictionary
-asexual more than text on a page
-but it's not you, it can't be you, you're loony but you're "normal"
(even though you don't know what normal means anymore)
-(perhaps you never did)
Your father stops giving you those looks
stops asking you when you're gonna bring someone home
-and it hurts a bit, like a sore spot on your tongue
but it's a relief too

Ginny Weasley shows up on your doorstep
three years after graduation
-she's waving a bottle of firewhiskey
-but she's never been so sober
(What's it mean, that aro thing)
(I don't love Harry, Luna, help me)
You didn't realize you were a source of inspiration
but comfort comes in unusual packages too
-perhaps it's all for the best