... but I love her!!

"But I love her", I said him. It was more like a confession from me to him. He was my best friend after all. Not a small little thing had I ever not told him. He deserved to know this as well. We were friends from the time I don't know when. We have been friends forever.
The first day we went to school holding hands together, the first time teachers punished us, the first time we failed, the times we wrote our love-letters together, the first porn we watched, the first rain we danced in, the summer vacation we spent together and all the secrets we shared, the clothes we shared (well mostly I used his) and the good time we had together: It was us so he deserved to know it. He was my best friend, my confidant and my buddy.

"But the society, they won't accept you and your love,' he said. 

"I don't care," I said. "I have your support, don't I?", I confirmed. 

"Yes, you have. Be sure of it but she is ..."

"So? She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen and met. And most of all, she loves me the same way I love her or much more than that". 

I continued, "She cares a lot for me. What if she is a bit elder to me? Love has no boundary." 

"I agree," he said but I am sure he didn't mean it or he may have. I am not sure about it.

"You told it yourself, didn't you? Didn't you say that we make a wonderful couple together and that you envied us 'coz unlike your girlfriend she is matured and she understands me and doesn't doubt me all the time".

"It's all true. You know I am all for you in your support. No matter what other people say, I have always stood beside you and will always be there."

He was true. He was always there for me. The happiest and the toughest time of my life. He was always there. The time my family knew about me, they disgraced me. They thought I was mad and crazy. All those time, everyone thought me and he would fall in love and get married but that was not destined.
Though we spent all of our time together, he liked girls and irony is I liked girls as well. 

When my parents knew about me, they couldn't believe whom they brought in the world to (in their own language) but I am what I am and they couldn't force me to change my preference.

He was the one who knew about it. 

"I think I like girls", I said him when I was 15.

He couldn't take it for the first time. 

"Rohit loves you. Date him", he said. 

"But I don't feel the same for Rohit. Instead I like Naina", I said.

Then it was Seema, Raina, Rekha, Sunita and finally I found Rima and she has been the one.
"Well, love has no boundary", he smiled.

(P.S.: watched Soongava- the dance of orchids today. The movie inspired me to write this. It is kind of incomplete but some tales are better off without any conclusions. Every story doesn't end with "And they lived happily ever after").