I Fell in Love with a Straight Man

The person I love, my senior, is straight.

We spent eight years together, day in and day out. I confessed on impulse and scared him away.

Later, my senior was going to get married. On the way to his wedding, when I saw that speeding truck run the red light and come toward me, I didn't hit the brakes.

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The first warmth I had ever earned for myself, the first person who was willing to stay by my side, sincerely care for me, treat me well, cry with me, and make me laugh, had found someone he loved.

My life is like a roundabout. My brother held a lamp and took my hand, walking with me down a path that was steady, warm, and happy. After going all the way around, he left me where I started.

The person who walked beside me for so long took someone else's hand and headed for the straight, broad highway of his life.

I was just a roundabout on his journey, a speed bump. He could drive around me and keep going, of course.

But how could he ever understand that the roundabout was my whole life?

Theme: "I don't know how a man who was so drunk he was completely unconscious got home.

I only remember stumbling a long way, with no light and no one beside me."