A love story from my friend

While having a casual chat with my House Owner this morning, these were the thoughts in my mind. Before you end up in any conclusions, the chap I was talking would probably be of the same age as I am. Thanks to his parents, he owns a building in posh locality, which would increase his bank balance by about 2 Cores if the house under hammer. So, let’s get back to the plot. He was confessing his Love Story. A girl from a rich family (richer than him, of course) is in love with him and so is he. They have been in a relationship for quite some time now. He fears they would not end up in marrying each other as the Girls family is one of the most influential in the same locality and they might go to any extent to oppose the marriage. He left my room in dismay after completing the story.

I knew how difficult it is for him to accept it. But, I was wondering, does he realizes how lucky he is, to be loved by someone? For that matter, yes I am lucky too to be loved by all you friends and my parents. But, if you take relationships as shelves, I just fit into someone’s shelve of Friendship or at most Best Friends shelve. I might sound selfish here but, my concern, I have to share this shelve with others as well; most of them might be my own dear friends. Even if I think of Parental love, I have to share my parents love with my sister. What I really mean is, the friend/parent will love me as much as he does the other people on the same relationship level. I wish to be on someone’s shelve where there is no one else except me. If not permanently, at least for a brief moment. Everyone who has ever been in a Love relationship has had the luck to be the special one for some one. I wish, to be the Special one in someone’s life, I wish, someone loves me not just for the good things but for bad things in me as well. I wish, I am as lucky as any person in Love. I wish, my wish comes true soon. ……… ;)