In Love

Zamora wasn't always too honest when it came to his love life.

What is it with boys and their love lives?

Then one day, as friends always test the boundaries of friendship or maybe I was just really bored, I ventured to ask him through internet chat, "Have you ever been in love?". I thought, hmm, this is going to give him a platform to discuss his uber private love life.

He replied, "Are you sure you want to know?"

That puzzled me so much so that I went on the offense, I had to beat this story out of him.

Zam and I had been friends a long while. I thought it was odd that I know him well enough to predict what he would order in a coffee shop yet I had no idea what his love life's like. Sure, we don't need to know everything about our friends but still, I felt like I needed to ask, needed to know. There's something fishy about his guarded never-discussed-before love life.

Ok, so I braced myself, stared at my computer screen and waited for him to open up. Of course, I wasn't very patient, in fact, after five hours of chatting, I got tired of his evasion of my quesitons, the cryptic texts, the odd riddles. I wanted answers that were as dry as last month's baguette.

Then finally he typed it, I think it took him 5 full minutes to type this sentence: I am in love and I am gay. I wasn't shocked. In fact, in our exceptionally long chat, I knew we were going down that alley.

I just had to hear or rather see him say it, as assumptions are as reliable as corner street gossip.

A couple of weeks later, I met his boyfriend. Damn! I envied him!

Gay people shouldn't have to explain their choices. See, right from the very beginning, I didn't ask him whether he was gay or straight, I asked him if he was in love.

And I got my answer, he is happily in love.