I am a homosexual, but I don't know where the person I am waiting for is. As tiny as dust, it will only appear in the sunlight. If possible, I hope to forget the ability to love someone. Maybe I will not be so tired in my memory like I did later. [I didn't expect that many people would be willing to read this. I'll leave it to those who repost it. You can repost it, but I hope more people will understand the difficulties of homosexuality. We are actually all kind-hearted. Give us more sunshine]