MIKE IAMELE over at MindBodyGreen.com has told the story of how he, a straight man, fell in love with his straight roommate after learning to rely on him through months of sickness.
The heartwarming tale weaves a sweet narrative of how love can transcend gender and established sexuality – Iamele throws norms out the window as he tries to explain the feelings he experiences.
Sadly there is no epilogue, and it’s a story on the internet so lord only knows if it’s true or not. But even if it is fiction, it’s a positive story with a lasting message of acceptance and how we learn more about who we are as people as we change the way we view those around us.
I’ve always prided myself on being open. I’ll try any new therapy or modality or New Age idea — and, believe me, I’ve tried them all. I’ve done the self-work. I’ve “found myself.” I’ve even practiced my affirmations. I knew who I was, without a doubt.
That’s why I found myself in unfamiliar territory when I — the open guy, the “figured out” guy, the unquestionably straight guy — realized that I was in love with my best friend, a man. A man I had known for seven years. A man I had never before even thought of in a romantic way. But, there I was, in love.
Only it didn’t start out as love. See, two summers ago, I came down with a mysterious illness. Not the common cold kind. Not even the achy back kind. This was the kind where you vomit massive amounts of blood throughout the day. The kind where doctors pass you from specialist to specialist. The kind where you’re bent over in pain with tears in your eyes.
And my roommate, Garrett, one of my best friends at the time, took pity on me. He took care of me. He picked up my prescriptions from the pharmacy. He cooked me dinner. He stayed in on Friday nights to watch movies. He’d even rub my back when I was in pain.
Each day, I waited anxiously until he came home from work. My face lit up when he surprised me with my favorite dinner. I replayed conversations we had when I was alone. I missed him when he was gone.