Sunday, July 25

another him

He didnt look like him.
He didnt have the same hair.
He wasnt as tall or as dark.
He had a narrower chin and a sharper nose.

He didnt dress like him.
His shirts were much tighter and jeans much skinnier.
He biceps were much less defined and his chest less warming.

He wasnt him.

She knew it and she didnt have to look twice to confirm.

But something about him struck her as familiar....

The way he walked?
His confidence?
His Ray-Bans?

The way he smiled?
His arrogance?
His tan?

She didnt know....she just couldnt quite place her hands on it.

He wasnt him.

But was he another him?


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Friday, July 16

dear readers,

i am so so so so soory!

i know i promised a post soon, but my laptop 9arla fatra gone all whacko :(
im hoping to get a new one soon!

sam7oony 3al g9oor :(
oo wish me patience!

ps: i wanna go mac....who knows what about em?


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Sunday, July 4

perfection

Deciding to ignore all creepy-crawlies, she lay her body on the dirty sand near Shuwaikh port. The setting was far from perfect: there was a low tide, the smell of the sea was pungent and humidity filled the air. With sand in her hair, she lay facing a dusty sky that displaced the view of the moon and any stars into nothingness.

He raised an eyebrow at her, and even though she could see him from the corner of her eyes, she decided to ignore the questioning look on his face. Impressed by her impulsiveness, he lowered his body and settled next to her. With sand in his hair, he lay facing a dusty black sky that displaced the view of the moon and any stars into nothingness.

They were all alone by the beach.

Not a sound.
Not a light.
Just them and the pitch black sky in their sight.

They held hands.

She thought about their wedding and the names of their children. He thought about their house and what schools they will send their kids to.

She thought about how comfortable she was in his presence, and how she could possibly love someone so much more than herself. He thought about how relaxed he was in her company, and how he could possibly love someone so much more than himself.

"Tadreen..." he said as he turned his gaze from the sky to face her, "it doesnt get anymore perfect than this”. He squeezed her hand tighter as he looked lovingly into her eyes, “This moment...this is what perfection is"


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Deciding to ignore all creepy-crawlies, she lay her body on the white Bnaider sand. The setting was almost perfect: the waves hit the shore softly, the water touched the tips of their toes and there was a cool summer breeze in the air. With sand in her hair, she lay facing a beautiful starry night and a full moon.

He raised an eyebrow at her, and even though she could see him from the corner of her eyes, she decided to ignore the questioning look on his face. Impressed by her impulsiveness, he lowered his body and settled next to her. With sand in his hair, he lay facing a beautiful starry night and a full moon.

They were all alone by the beach.

Not a sound.
Not a light.
Just them and the luminous moon in their sight.

They didnt hold hands.

She thought about what the future held for her and where she would be in 10 years time. He thought about setting goals for his life and if he would ever become CEO by age 30.

She thought about how comfortable she is in his presence, even though their relationship was strictly platonic. He thought about how relaxed he was in her company, even though their relationship was strictly platonic.

"Tadreen..." he said without turning to face her, "it doesnt get anymore perfect than this”. Still looking up, he waved his hands at the stars and the bright white moon, “This moment...this is what perfection is".


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