MiAmor[2]

I forgot to close my curtains last night, so that called out for the sun at 6 am. Once I wake up, I never can go back to sleep. I just lay there; blasé.  Snuggled my heavy blanket, and stared at my ring on my forth finger of my left hand. Nope, it will never be removed. Ever. Then distracting my eyes off it, I stared at the light. How it comforts me, it assuaged my depression.  I took my phone, out of my drawer, and opened it. 7 messages and 5 missed calls. I was scared to open it; I was jolted to open my inbox. I wouldn’t want his name to pop out. I would cry a river. So I just shut off my phone, and forgot it even existed. I woke up, for what it seemed 7 o’clock; after the heavy wonders of my gloominess.

                I washed up, brushed my teeth. Left the drips of water of my wet hair descend, not wanting to blow it, and headed off to pray. I would pray for him, every day, every time, and all the time, since 54 days ago.  I had lost a massive amount of weight. Not being normal. Parents were concerning, friends were obscure when trying to talk to me. NO ONE KNEW. And that’s the way it should be. Folded.

This is the story of my life, Dalia.