I met my future husband when I was in high school. We were on the same class and seated on the same row during the 1st day orientation. He was with his friends while I was alone. Then I realized that some of his friends looked familiar because I used to compete against them during elementary quiz bees.

Wanting to blend with the people, I mastered my nerves and approach their group. I introduced my self. With their warm welcome, the first meeting became a start of a friendship.

As school days went by, we became best friends. He was funny, intelligent, childish and a little weird. I was talkative, friendly, a black beauty (if I may say so) and was very much smitten by a junior guy.

I cried many times in front of my best friend because of the junior guy. And one day I found out that my best friend had a crush on me. I was so guilty that I was not able to notice his feelings for me because of my infatuation. I also felt guilty that I even cried in front of me for another guy.

Our closeness was lost after a year. We were still friends but not as we were before. Then he moved to the city for college. We still exchanged emails but not too personal conversation.

Then after college, I also moved to the city. There we found each other again and hang out with our high school friends. After some months we, together with some of our highs school friends decided to move to a shared house. Everything went well with all of us. We where like a big best friends gang.

As years went by everyone was finding their own niche, and decided to move and be independent. Then again, we found our selves in one city. I already have a boyfriend and he is still single. We went out a lot and resumed the closeness that we had before.

On one faithful day he revealed a shocking truth with me. He is gay. He’s been keeping it for so long. He had several secret relationships with guys as a matter of fact. How did it happen? I did not dare to ask. He is my friend and I love him as he is.

He was my best friend so when I broke up with my boyfriend he was the first to know. He was my life support. He kept my sanity. He cared for me when I needed it the most.

When I was able to move on and let go of a broken relationship, he asked me if I’m really to fall again. When I said maybe I am, he said to me…”If I am to marry, I wish it would be you. You are the only girl I’ve ever loved. I may have other preferences but it’s you whom I want to share my life with.”