Wishful Thinking

You are in the POV of a boy named Noah, he's never been like the other boys his age.

Whilst they all cooed over girls he just never say the appeal, at first he assumed he was gay but he never felt anything towards anyone.

Unable to feel love only to wish you could. Staring longingly at others being attracted to real people or even digital characters.

'Cupioromantic', wishing to love but you cannot, you are a blank canvas hoping to one day be brought to colour. A rusty anchor admiring the distorted sky, dreaming to be lifted from the blue abyss.

An introvert - too nervous to speak up, too nervous to defend yourself, and most of all wishing to be extroverted. Extroverts are like godly beings in his eyes, confident little creatures doing their part in society.

Unable to fit in based on both aspects, he tried to try fit in (even from a young age) not understanding what a having "crush" means so he'd lie and have a crush on a classmate or a common celebrity. One person can only lie for so long, can't they?

An introverted Cupioromantic.