In the end, in love, I am a loser after all. The self-righteous me thought that I could forget everything and start over, but in the end I discovered that I had never been able to go against my will. Maybe this was my punishment for falling in love with someone I shouldn't love.
I admit that when I was in high school, as a boy, I fell in love with someone of the same sex. Maybe it was just a liking, and there was still a long way to go before love. But I couldn't let myself fall in love with a girl again. That's when I began to define homosexuality for myself.
Until college, I forgot about the past, but now we are here again. Maybe college is the time when a person goes crazy. However, when I went crazy, I was hit like never before.