A Beautiful Misunderstanding

Translated…

When I was a freshman in university, I’d worked at a fast-food restaurant, and met him, who’s a store manager.

We were so in-synch at work, and, because we’d worked together every single day, we’d gotten closer, and, even as we got off work, we’d still connected afterwards, to talk about work.  And, as the conversations carried on, I started feeling something about him.

And, this best friend relationship lasted for almost a year.  One day, he asked me if I wanted to go home with him, to Nantou, to visit his father, I was so happy on the inside, am I going to get rid of my “singles” status now?  But, he’d never said to me, “Let’s date!”, and so, I’d, turned down his request.

Later on, he’d asked me out a couple more times, but, that key sentence still didn’t come.

In a certain employee gathering, I’d heard a guy said, “That day, the store manager asked me out to get some midnight snack, and he was behaving, kinda ‘weird’”, and, as the man told, I felt even more weird.

As I’d returned home, I’d used MSN asked him what was going on, he’d admitted, that the ex-girlfriends he’d talked of were actually younger schoolmates of his, from the member of the same sex—he’d truly hoped, that he could, fall in love with a woman, because he feared, that his father won’t accept him as he was.  Meeting me, he thought, that it was, an opportunity.  But in the end, it was still, members of the same sex that moved him so.  Toward his truthfulness, there was nothing I could do, but cry, into the computer screen.

Later on, I’d quit, and, for a long time, I’d not talked to him, until one day, that familiar account popped back up again, and, he’d told me of the goings-on since I quit.

He’d told me, that he’d met a new guy, that they’re in a steady relationship, that his boyfriend’s mom treated him as if he were her own.  After I’d worked hard, to get over him, I can already, give him my blessings, and, feel happy about, how we didn’t leave any blanks in our youthful days.

And so, this, is a man’s journey, in accepting himself as a homosexual, and, meeting up with this woman, he’d become more open to his own sexuality, and, no longer rejected who he was, and, because he was able, to see himself through truth, the world too, became more open for him.