I'm officially gay. I will tell my mom tonight over the phone. She'll continue to deny it until I show up on her doorstep with tits and a vagina. I will cover my walls in pictures of Hosaka. I will desperately search everyday for a man who looks and acts like him. I will search every bar, club, and strip joint. Eventually I will become a hooker in order to maximize the amount of men I meet in a day. I will contract every STD known to man.
As my body weakens from age and the various diseases that afflict it, I move into a retirement home. I sit each day at window, still searching for the man I love. One day I spot a black-haired youth on the opposite sidewalk. I force my weak legs out of the wheel chair and rush to him. I shout "HOSAKA, HOSAKA!" As he turns I see sparkles in the air. Everything is foggy, the air is tinted peach. It's him. I cling to his shirt, crying. I feel his hands on me, but they are pushing me away. I fall to the ground, and with tears in my eyes I look up. There stands Hosaka, but the words that leave his mouth are not his. "GET OFF ME YOU DIRTY OLD HOOKER!" He turns and walks away, but I'm still in a peach-tinted haze. I sit on the sidewalk for hours until a nurse realizes I am missing. They find my lifeless body clinging a fish. I die of a broken heart.