i fell in love with a straight guy

The year I graduated from university, my brother also just graduated with a Ph.D.I was 22 that year and my brother was [-].

I went to our company, started as a manager, and learned step by step how to be a suitable successor; my brother went to the best hospital in the city for an internship as a surgeon. The mainstay of the younger generation is just around the corner.

This is natural, my brother has always been so good.

I couldn't take care of myself, and I didn't want to live alone in an empty apartment, so I called my senior brother and asked him to come and live with me, even coquettishly and complaining.

Without saying a word, he turned down the rented house and moved in with me.He cooks and washes my clothes for me, and I don't charge him rent. The two of us supported each other, and we lived together logically.

Every morning, my brother is responsible for making breakfast for both of us and preparing lunch boxes. Then he goes to the hospital and I go to the company. After he does the laundry, I do the dishes.

After finishing these chores in the evening, the two of us lay on the sofa watching TV or playing games, chatting while playing.

The two of us seem to be born with a compatible magnetic field, and we have endless things to say every day.

Of course, he was the one talking most of the time.

My brother is a talker, no doubt about it.

But he has a high emotional intelligence, talks a lot but is not offensive, and is always a good hand at activating the atmosphere.

I have been intriguing at the company all day, and when I came back to watch my senior brother in Pikachu pajamas bouncing around preparing dinner, the bad mood of the day disappeared.

"Brother, you are thirty, you should be mature and stable."

My brother doesn't take his age seriously at all. "Who are you talking about being old? A man is a teenager until he dies, what do you know!"

My brother is definitely the most energetic "middle-aged man" I have ever seen.Of course, his face does not look like someone in his 30s.

In the hospital, he is the doctor who saves the dying and heals the wounded, and the savior in the eyes of the patients.When I got home, he was my naughty senior brother. His greatest hobby was to study and break the burden.

After listening to it for so many years, I am actually immune to his broken baggage.Sometimes you can also get his weird jokes. Two industry elites curled up on the sofa and laughed like two idiots.

People around me feel that I am getting more and more cheerful, and I like myself more and more.

As long as I'm with my brother, I can be free and self-willed, and I can be myself to my heart's content. I don't have to look at other people's faces everywhere, live under other people's demands, and I don't have to live in a daze or exhausted.

For the first time I wanted to rebel against my parents.I want to live my life. I don't think I need to stand at the top of the pyramid of money and power. I don't need to find a woman to marry into the family to make the company bigger and stronger. I don't need to fight wits with a group of old people every day. Shares and positions are firmly in their own hands.

I want to live the life of an ordinary person, with my senior brother.

I'm just an ordinary person, and I clearly understand that I can't afford the crown that my parents put on my head.

The crown is so heavy that it hurts my neck.It is not a symbol of wealth and power to me, but a yoke, a deadly danger.

For the first 18 years of my life, I have been living in the shadow of the crown unbearably, and I am depressed and exhausted.

Then my brother appeared, propping up the crown with his hands, sheltering me in his allegory, giving me room to breathe.

For the first time in my life I felt warmth.I found a sense of belonging in him and began to yearn for his tenderness.

Wouldn't it be great if we could live like this for the rest of our lives?

I fell in love with my senior brother so much.

Since when did you like it?I don't know and can't remember.

All I know is that I can't do without him, I'll be jealous when I see him being intimate with others, I'll be worried if he comes back late, and I might die if he doesn't want me.

Maybe it's love, I don't know.

The development of the story is different from those male protagonists who fell in love at first sight in all the bloody novels. I didn't give without expecting anything in return. I didn't dare to pursue him like a moth to a flame. ?

I only dare to love him secretly in my heart and share my sudden love with the diary.