Down memory lane - 2

Turns out she was........into girls I mean. The first time we went out,I took her to my favourite pub. That place had an amazing ambiance and the booze was real good too. Anyways,we spoke about ourselves,each other,our hopes,dreams,ambitions.......the night passed away too quickly and when we said goodbye,I wanted to kiss her but didn't! Soon,we found ourselves spending almost all our free time together. Since she was from a different country than mine,we discussed our cultures,traditions,etiquette's... We would go to explore the city on foot,catch movies,go to check out book exhibitions,visit museums......soon we were seeing each other for almost 3 months and we had not kissed.....(sounds lame,I know,but that's the fact). Strangely enough,our first kiss stemmed from anger. It was the winter break,2months,and she had to go home to visit her parents.Even though I knew her for barely 5months in all,suddenly the thought of spending 2months without her seemed unbearable to me. I got really upset and said things I had no right to say. I ranted on for almost 30mins and all she did was hear me out. When I was done,she pulled me close and kissed me. It was heavenly to say the least. Her soft lips,warm mouth,the scent of her hair,the way she held me........I was lost! I don't think there is any need for me to try and describe what kissing a girl feels like. I believe its the best experience in the entire world and people who have never kissed a girl are missing out on a lot! Anyway,that took care of my sudden anger and outburst. We met at her dorm room that night and that was also the first night we had sex. The sex was............sigh! It gives me goosebumps even now when I think about it. Her skin felt so soft,her caresses were so tender and her kisses so full of passion......if it were up to me,the night would never end....but end it did and by the end of that week,she had gone home. Those 2months were the loneliest of my life(at least I thought so at that time). We spoke over the phone practically everyday,and if for some reason we couldn't,I got all cranky and upset. I dunno why,but when I look back I realise I gave her a really hard time during those 2months and she,the sweetheart that she was,put up with me so patiently. It was like I just didn't want her to see anyone else but me,talk to anyone but me....and it must have been quite a task for her. I feel really bad about my behaviour now,but whats done is done. So...she was back after 2 months and we moved into my room in the dorm. The next 5months I spent with her were amazing to say the least. We were all over each other whenever we had free time and the nights were spent exploring each others bodies...the more I held her,the more I wanted her......it was crazy! Almost the entire summer break was spent in each others arms since neither of us went home.As the years went by,we got so used to being around each other,that the few months she,or I,went home for vacations,the other would be completely lost. It was not until we were into the 2nd semester of 2nd year that we referred to each other as "my girlfriend" . It felt so wonderful to be in a relationship. It was so amazing to come to the room and be able to do what you want to do knowing all along theres sum one there who is ready with a hug or a kiss if you should need one. By the time 3year started,I knew I was crazily,irrevocably and so very deeply in love with A. The first time I told her I loved her was through a letter. I had an early class and left while she was still asleep. I wrote her a long letter telling her what she meant to me,how much I appreciated her for all she did,how lovely and interesting I found her company and how I loved her. I wrote I Love You at the end of it. The sex that night was something special and just before drifting off to sleep she whispered to me "By the way,I love You too".....and I knew what people meant when they said being in love is amazing. In fact,I think that's a major understatement. Being in love is like a roller coaster ride........full of surprises and thrills......it makes you want to do things you would never think of doing,go places you would never want to see and say things you can not imagine....it was surreal. By the 5th year of medical school,I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. I proposed on valentines day and she said yes. Of course we were aware Moscow does not allow same-sex marriages,but "does it matter?" she said. "What is marriage, but the union of two souls? We love each other don't we? What does it matter if we do not have the legal papers to show that we have pledged ourselves to each other? What does it matter if theres no minister or priest to sanction our wedding? All you do is place the ring on my finger and swear to be mine for ever and I shall swear to be yours" And that's exactly what we did. Believe me when I say this,but after pledging myself to her,I felt a new closeness,a new sort of affection between us. We were two people in perfect sync with each other and so much in love.......her parents knew about our relationship and I wouldn't say they were too excited about it..... and I still hadn't told mine....cause you know,the whole....."its not our culture.whats wrong with you"speech that was inevitable.We rarely ever fought and even if we did,it was usually when I brought up the topic of me telling my parents about us.She was deadpan against it,she said they'd call me back to India if they got even a whiff about our relationship,and I must confess she was right.My folks would've freaked out and literally hauled me back home.I kept telling her once med school was done,I would have no option but to tell them and she kept saying "we'll figure it out then". The time I spent with her (we had rented an apartment int he 4th year of med school) in our home is something Ill never forget. The way she slept with her head on my shoulders,the way she always woke me up with a good morning kiss,the way she snuggled up into me from behind while I prepared coffee/lunch/dinner. Just being around her all the time was so exciting. We spent the evenings studying,reading books or watching movies. Drinking beer and watching old songs on YouTube was her favourite pass time. And she never ever let me touch her while I was drunk. She hated drunk sex. I loved to hold her and dance with her for no reason. She wrote me little love notes and put them in my books,my scrubs,even my BP apparatus box! It was so wonderful to open my medicine book and find a little note saying "I Love You" kept inside. Each day that passed made me grow acutely aware of how incredibly lucky I was to have found the love of this woman. For it is only when you love a woman do you know what true love is all about and how tender,patient,passionate and fiery it can be. It is only when you sleep with a woman do you know how healing and refreshing and purifying sex can be. When you feel her soft skin against yours,her warm breath on your cheek,her kisses on your lips and neck,when you kiss her breasts and hold her in your arms,you know you ll never need or want for anything as long as you have her love. It is only when you kiss a woman do you know what magic and power a kiss holds. The sweet honey of her lips sweetens your days and her arms shelter you from the nights darkness. It is only when you are with a woman that you can truly say you have loved and have been loved in return....