7 Weeks to Hold Hands: My Fear of Being Perceived Gay
<p>I ordered a $57 Uber to my girlfriend’s apartment and brought her dinner. By morning, I was single. It surprised me even though I was the one who proposed we break up the night before. Over the phone.</p>
<p>I know, despicable. I was sure I could take it back.</p>
<p>When she opened the door and greeted me with a side-hug, I knew we were done.</p>
<p>We sobbed for twelve hours, exchanging reasons why we were grateful to have met. We blamed it on our communication issues and my uncertain future as an immigrant. But that wasn’t why.</p>
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