I'm waiting

'Hey, faggot!' someone called me as I passed through the corridor.

Don't worry, I used to it......or trying to be used to it.

I don't know why people call me so. Is it because I don't fit in tradition definition of a man? Maybe. Well, if being a man means staring at woman and cursing people then sorry, I'm not a man. But what if they're true. What if I'm really a.................No, it can't be true.

I don't know.

Do I love girls. Yes. I love someone. I want to marry her.

But still...............

Sometimes I wonder what if I were really...................takes me courage to say but what if I were gay, or a bisexual, how does my sexuality affect those people?

Who are they?

They ain't my girlfriend, boyfriend, husband or wife. Then why do I need to clarify it to them.

For them, I'm just a human being.

Yeah, it took me time to understand the same. I used to have anxiety attacks, I used to cry in bathroom; so that my parent didn't get aware of it. Once I even tried to kill myself.

But books changed my life. You know there are certain things that you read and send them to others. There are certain things that you read and use them as your DPs. But there are certain things that you read and imbibe them in your life. Books changed my perspective. I felt a change in myself.

Now, I'm me. I don't care what people think of me. I don't need to prove them anything.

I'm just waiting for that one person, who'd love me for who I am.