the beginning

I was in 11th,it was 3 years back to be precise.I had become friends with a girl and we hav been each other's best friends for over 2 years,i guess. There would rarely be a day where we didn't talk.We had clicked on so many different levels - it was the deepest level of friendship I had ever experienced. It didn't matter to me
that most of my friends had recognized it as something more than friendship - that just made me more proud of our amazing friendship,especially the "purity" of it.

I was so hung up on disproving the notion that guys and girls couldn't just be best friends that I didn't even seriously entertained the people who thought of  us as a potential couple.Looking back, I think I always blocked this issue by simply putting her up and telling myself that "she's too good to fall for a guy like me".

Two years back, as I was thinking about how happy I would be for her to find the man of her dreams, I felt a tinge of sadness. I am by no means a jealous person so I wondered what the source was.That thought quickly led to a physical reaction: a huge knot in my stomach that I couldn't get rid of. This led me to the realization
that I would be happier being that special person for her for the rest of our lives.

After wrestling with my feelings for around 8 months(i know thts a lot of time,bt i dont know it was always different with her,may be i was afraid of loosing her friendship) and making sure that I was really in love, I called her and confessed my newfound discovery. I say discovery because to be honest, I had probably been in love for at least some time before I had been aware and certainly before I admitted that to myself. Even though we always had a clear and honest channel of communication...
.......to be continued......