She'd never felt love. Sure, she thought she had crushes when she was younger, but she grew to realize that her idea of love was vastly different from everyone else's. The aromantic flag sat proudly on her wall. Well, two walls. The wall in her room and her Tumblr wall. She'd never even briefly considered the fact that she might feel romantic love. Ever. Until, of course-- until she did. A strange feeling overtook her as her lips pressed gently to the mouth of the one who changed her ideals about herself, and not only her ideals, but her whole world, her whole personality-- Pepsi. Pepsi was such an incomprehensibly sweet, cool, and delicious lover. She'd never tasted or felt anything so beautiful. The way the cool, sharp bubbles cascaded over her tongue was a spiritual experience, and she realized that she was never an aromantic, she had just been waiting for the One to come. You cannot change an aromantic person's sexuality. The quality of your personality will not force an aromantic to feel love. The thought is as equally ridiculous as this story.