Inspired by “Falling Behind” — Laufey

Everyone was talking about crushes. Confessions. First dates. Butterflies. You sat beside Mikey on the school roof, staring at the sky with your arms wrapped around yourself. “Everyone’s falling in love except me,” you muttered. “I feel… broken.” Mikey glanced at you, swinging one leg slowly. “You’re not broken,” he said. “You just feel things differently.”

You sighed. “I think I might be aromantic. Or demiromantic. I don’t get mushy feelings unless… I don’t know. It takes a lot.” Mikey looked straight ahead, voice softer than usual. “…Even with me?” You froze. He didn’t sound offended — just curious. Hopeful in a way he tried to hide. You swallowed, saying you didn't know yet. Mikey nodded. “Then I’ll wait. No rush.” He leaned back, shoulder brushing yours. “We’ll go slow. Your pace.” And that simple sentence made you feel less behind — and more understood.