My friends: memorable histrionics part 2: Lesbian Instinct

Now i aint a Lesbian, in no damn way. I’m straight, absolutely straight. Crooked in some weird mental and anatomical possibilities , naughty in all imaginable dimensions, loud when accompanied by anyone and everyone, talkative in the vicinity of familiarity, reclusive sitting in the midst of hypocrites and reticent in a party of gibberish-encouraging souls. Then what makes me love her so much? I wonder. Her face, her voice, her persona, a sheer thought of hers, the way she understands me, the way she exercises her tele-kinetics or her simple sweet smile, all make me fall in love with her. She was there when I used to fight over a pencil or a pen, she was there when I was looking for a friend, she was there when I was looking for happiness, she was there when I was looking for a soul mate and now when I am looking for myself, she is still there. So what kept me from discovering her every single moment that I spent with her? Each time when she did actually say “I’m there”? Was it a big mistake? I’m afraid it wasn’t. Did I miss something I shouldn’t have? yes, a lot. I guess its been an integral part of my, or rather, our growing up together. She told me that I’m the best a man can ask for. she even told me that she would have married me had either of us been a boy. I still remember our policy of unflinching determination, a policy of not budging from our stands. “Why will we change for him, he’ll have to change for us”. So now when I hold her hand in gratitude, why do they raise an eyebrow in suspicion? Why do they smell something fishy when I tell her that she is my sweetheart, that I love her. Earnestly I enjoy every bit of it, each time we lock ourselves and make those obscene sounds behind the door and all those ‘oh-my-gods’ and ‘hauhs’ amuse me to the hilt. But this is not what it is all about. This is about trust, this is about companionship, about faith and a sense of belongingness. A mutual belief that no matter what the world comes to, no matter what they say or do, this bond will not crumble, it won’t succumb to dark and hazy times and stone-wall against all odds. After all that we’ve been through together, I’m so glad I can call you my better-half.