that aro/ace feel when you’re briefly overwhelmed by the crushing loneliness that comes from knowing you’re never going to end up in a traditional romantic relationship despite how often you tell yourself you don’t need a relationship to be happy, but you still can’t help but yearn for something that can never be because every aspect of the society around you is telling you that romance and sex are the only things that make life worth living, so despite your own aversion to them you can’t help but feel like you’re missing out, and wouldn’t it be nice to love someone like that? and to have someone love you like that? to be seen and known and loved and held and cherished? and to give that in return? 

and then five minutes later the feeling passes and you go back to whatever you were doing like nothing’s happened