The person I love, my senior brother, is a straight man.
We have been together day and night for eight years. I confessed my love on impulse and scared him away.
Later, my senior brother was getting married. On the way to his wedding, when I saw the speeding truck approaching the red light, I didn't hit the brakes.
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The first piece of warmth that I fought for in my life, the first person who was willing to stay by my side, who was willing to sincerely take care of me, be kind to me, cry with me, and make me laugh, I have someone I love.
My life is like a roundabout. My brother held the lamp, held my hand, and walked with me on a very firm, warm, and happy road. He went around in a circle and left me where I was.
The person who walked a long way with me took another person's hand and walked towards the straight and spacious highway of his life.
I am just a circular road, a speed bump in his life. After bypassing it, of course he can continue to move forward.
But how could he understand that the Ring Road is my life.
Intention: "I don't know how a man who is so drunk that he is unconscious gets home.
I only remember that I stumbled and walked a long way, without light, alone. "
