I seem to like my brother.
This relationship probably started from a dream. The protagonist in the dream was my brother. When I woke up from the dream, my feelings for my brother began to become confusing. I know that my love for my brother cannot be put on the stage and will only be despised. Then hide it secretly and hide this kind of thing for the rest of your life.
But I overestimated myself, I didn't have that kind of determination. Burying something like this in your heart is like burying an iron needle, isn't it?
Brother, it hurts me so much. It hurts so much.
Finally, on Christmas Eve, I confessed to my brother. It wasn't until I was pinned down by my brother and his cold fingertips traced across my body that I realized how big a hole I had dug for myself.
My love for my brother condensed into one bad fruit after another. When I swallowed the first one without thinking, the bitterness spread in my mouth, constantly stinging me. But I will still pick up the second one one after another, just so that one day I can taste a hint of sweetness. My love for my brother is a one-sided battle. Even so, I have to gamble. I can't let my brother think that I am a coward.
I swallowed one bitter fruit after another, and before I knew it, I burst into tears.
Blame it on that damn dream.
Intention: Love others and love yourself.