In what way someone would show the affection they have for that person?

At what aspect that person would say that in a significant way he loves other?

In this world, love comes in different form; different way of showing and different way of giving.

But then, what one person could do to the one he/she loves the most...?

There are complex explanations each one will give. Yet, for someone who experiences this... a simple explanation would suffice and justify everything.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, Jessie!”

At the distance I heard a familiar voice.

A voice blending on the crowded place; people passing through my sight is a person dazzling in the morning sun.

My head tilt over and look at that person. Wearing a long skirt and sneakers, as well as pink cardigan over, she’s dazzling in my eyes.

The crowd scattered around seemingly vanished; no, this might be the feeling of being struck.

Her eyes, brimming with life made me feel anxious. This isn’t normal. I’m a girl, but there’s something weird stirred inside me.

Why am I getting anxious? What’s the matter...? That person gets nearer at me, showing a brazen smile.

“Hey, uh... senior Ella...?”

Ah, that’s right; this person is my senior in University. I’ve been known her for half year now because of our acquaintances.

“Were you waiting too long...? I’m sorry for arriving late, but I’ll make it up for you—"

“No, I’m not. I mean, I just arrive here just a minute ago. And...”

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I meet her gaze, as she tilts her head. “You look gorgeous on your outfit. I like it.”

“Really? Thanks.” With a bright smile, she replied. Damn, my heart starts beating fast. I can’t hide the fact that she’s really stunning.

“Let’s get going, shall we...?”

“Yeah.” I replied timidly.

Ella walked past at me. I followed her immediately after and we both walked side by side, passing along with the crowd ahead us.

I feel tense; she’s already here and my hand quivers. I want to hold her hand badly. “Say,”

My agitation succumbs as she suddenly talked. “Huh...?” I mumbled.

“Are you okay...? You seemed bothered by something.”

“Huh...? Ah, ah... no, it’s nothing. I mean—"

“This is our first time hanging out as a couple, right...?”

Her head tilts over to me as those words let out.

I glance at her at that moment, and suddenly avert off to nod.

What now...? Why did she say something as this...? “Are you really fine having me, as your lover...?”

As those words conveyed, I directly gaze towards her. “What do you mean...?”

“I’m not really a girl like you expect; you think this is good enough...?”

I look again at her due to the question she asked. As she said, she’s not a girl. From the very beginning, Ella’s a straight guy, crossdressing as a girl.

But why...? Why did she just ask me this question? I’m always aware to myself that I wasn’t meant to fall in love with a guy.

I am a bona fide girl, who prefers same sex in a relationship. A twist and turns of everything turns out to be something in this kind of affair and I couldn’t just help but to accept.

And then... this question suddenly sinks in to me.

What’s she trying to imply now...?

At first I was reluctant; completely bamboozled over the matter that she’s a crossdresser.

However, as days passed... I’m slowly realizing that everything between us becomes a common ground of understanding.

We’ve slowly got to know each other; sees the flaws and worst parts of us, and I started to fall in love with him.

My lips quiver out. The words I want to convey stuck in deeply.

How would I say this...? In the eyes of everyone, we’re both girls. We’re both in the same sex; not anyone will understand us completely.

“I am fine going out with you, but your feelings... won’t you think that—"

Before Ella finishes talking, I grabbed her hand and hold it tightly.

“Senior, no... Ella.” Mustering up the words conveying in my mouth, I look at her.

“What’s the matter—"

“I like you.”

Through the crowded area where we are, I blurt it out loud.

He twitched out as those words said, while squeezing his hand.

“Wha—"

“It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter if you’re gay. It doesn’t matter what the others think about us; it doesn’t matter what dress you wear, or what gender you belong. It doesn’t matter, as long as you’re by my side...”

The lump of words stuck in my throat flowed like a stream. Ella remained glaring at me and from that; I realized that I blurt embarrassing words out in the public.

My face feels hot; I don’t know exactly what to do now. And then...

“Then, this doesn’t matter to me anymore that I always have been liked you as well.”

Ella turns to look at me after and smiles. He sparkles as the radiance of the sun hits his silhouette. She... or should I say, he, is beautiful and alluring; my heart beats faster.

“But you know I like girls, right...? There’s no guarantee that I won’t cheat on you.”

“I won’t let you do that.”

In the place where we standing, our feelings reached out. Without fail, I slowly understand that a person like me also deserves to find happiness.

“I’m not that kind of person you wanted to be, but definitely, I will do everything for us to be together...”

“Yeah, I am fully aware... and no matter what happens, I won’t leave your side.”

Ella holds my hand firmly as well. Through this road we’re tracking, I finally answered the question that lingers inside me.

What matters the most is that no one will ever dictate the feelings you have for someone. Might it be for the same or opposite sex, as long as you’re happy enough to be with that person.