It is true, men make us feel special. Be it your dad or
husband, they love and show concern in a way almost impossible for others. How
it feels to get the love and concern from two men at the same time, in the most
special way? When both of them are special,are my best friends and are ready to do
anything to see me smile.
Here I am caught between two men. For the past seven or more
years I have been treated like a queen when I am with them. And my life has
always revolved around them since then. My brother and my sweetheart, the
two most significant men in my life!
I have always been proud to tell anyone and everyone that I
and my brother share a wonderful relationship since childhood. He is three
years younger to me and we both confide in each other almost everything. And the
fact that bro is great friends with John made our relationship more strong. (In
fact John was actually his friend first then later we became friends). Bro was
the first one to notice my growing feeling towards John. :) He looks up to John for
advice and suggestions and John treats him like his own brother. Three of us
used to hang out at parks, cinemas, malls and amusement parks.
Me being the attention seeking soul, gets all hyped and
become so myself when I am with them. I feel so pampered and cared when they
walk along with me just like bodyguards! My brother has always supported us
through our ups and downs and he was my biggest strength during our short break
up period. I am blessed to have two men loving and caring for me selflessly, touch
wood!
But there is a downside. Even though they are like chuddy
buddies, there is a hint of jealousy when my love is shared. Of course what I have
for John is entirely different from what I give my brother. But when the care
is measured, both of them feel that I love the other more. John keep on saying
that ‘you don’t need me when you get your bro’ and brother says ‘now that you have John,
you don’t need me’. It’s a tough situation. I desperately fail each time I try to strike a
balance.
It is kind of harmless rivalry but I am always caught
between this. When they are together they pull my leg and play pranks on me. But
if I take any one of their sides, things will go a bit haywire. And the worst
part is when they both fight over something. They may soon patch up in some
days but the days in between are horrible for me. My best solace—I never try to play
the intermediary. Let them solve it themselves I think. And that has always worked.
I never want to believe that all this love and caring will
change when my brother starts a family. No, I don’t. I don’t want to be
relieved from the rivalry trauma either. If they are jealous, that means they
value my love for them. And I know very well, they are mature enough to handle
things their way. When I cry I want John’s shoulders and my brother’s lame
jokes to make me smile again. I just want to be lucky like this always! Insha Allah!
(This is John’s expression in such situations)
