No More Than Seventeen Years

When he was seventeen, he fell hopelessly in love with a nineteen-year-old man.

When he was nineteen, he still loved that man, who now had a child.

He wanted to get a little closer to the man who seemed so far above him, but some annoying little thing was always clinging to him.

"Hey, Uncle He, I'm going to marry you when I grow up!"

"Tsk. Kids will be kids."

When he was thirty-seven, the little thing had grown up and left home, and he found himself feeling a little lonely.

The man he had loved back then could never return, and he felt a little lost.

Then the little thing came back, now taller and stronger than him.

When he was thirty-nine, the little thing held out a ring and said he wanted to take him home as his husband.