When she had the choice, she chose to marry a man

My first day at the university I met Pamela, one sweet girl who liked to tease me about my height. For the first time in my life, I found love that actually felt like love, and right. One day, we were approached by some ladies who claimed to know a community of our kind and urged us to join so they could offer us protection and care. Pamela told them, "We are safe being who we are and don't need to join groups for protection. We are not a couple. The rumors around us are vain.” They kept pestering us to be among them but our kind of love needed no other. Our dream was to work hard, get enough money and travel to a country where we won't feel threatened to express love for each other. We had dreams of staying together in a small house with a child, living modestly and enjoying what we had. Having dreams wasn't our problems. You know, Pamela's problem had always been her unusual beauty. I asked her; "Does he look like someone you'll love to be with?" She answered; "Oh nooo. He's different. That's all I'm saying.” I said nothing but I knew I've lost the Pamela I once knew. One day she said goodbye to everything we were and said yes to that man. I got drunk for the first time that day and somehow wished to die than go through the pain of seeing the woman I loved go. I knew Pamela was beautiful but the Pamela I saw in the photos was indescribable. I live with someone new, adopted a girl child and living in a country where I can love who I love. All I pray for is a better life for Pamela and her husband. Source | Summary