Originally written February 13, 2015
My first love was five years my senior,
Yet he and I were exactly alike.
Autistic—Asperger’s, mind you—with
Big hearts of gold; encyclopedic
Knowledge of video games, animation,
History, and politics; and a wish for world peace.
But the love we had for each other
Was beautiful. I loved him
Just as much as he loved me.
One summer night, all that changed when
He told me, with a sullen look on his face,
That our romance had to come to an end. I believe he
Never meant that because—and please
Don’t write me off as crazy—a Heartless
Stole the heart that loved me and
Replaced it the heart that wanted
Nothing to do with me romantically
To this very day,
My mind has been racing
With thoughts of running the world over,
Keyblade in hand, to find the dark villain
Responsible for stealing the heart
Of a man who loved me so dearly, and
Take it back. Only when I return the
Golden heart to my man will
He love me again, because his heart
Belongs to me, not the romance-hating
Devil that is our society.