This week, one of those events you always think only happens in movies actually happened within my social circle. Briefly: boy gets on plane, boy realizes once he gets to far away destination that he's running away from something, boy comes back, presumably happily ever after.
As sort of an antidote to that social and romantic normativism, may I advise this decent article on identifying as agender.
You know, whatever floats your metaphorical boat, people. Go ahead and read the article, then decide you've always secretly loved that one person that's been in your peripheral circle of friends for a few years. Go get your stereotypical love on in the most non stereotypical way. I support you.