Day and night, I dreamed and daydreamed

about when I would learn to love. 

It took being accosted with questions,

and accusations to learn that I didn’t yearn

For what my peers longed. 

Still, I tried to deny.

Still, I tried to force myself 

into a label or box that didn’t fit.

Allo or Ace, allocated

into ill-fitting boxes. 

Break free from the box. 

Love and lust don’t always come together.

I learned that I always longed for love, 

but will never meet the social prerequisite of lust.

And that’s okay. To be Ace

and always still dreaming

of that perfect, lustless love.