MiAmor[3]

“intay 7ilwa”

“iskiiit”

“la!!! Ta3aly 3andy, abe ashoof il JAMAAL!”

“tikfa bas, ive had a terrible day today”

“shfeech 7abebty?”

“wait, aren’t you dead?”

“shfeech 7abeebty?”

“umbay.”
6oo6.6oo6.6oo6.

I shut the alarm, and sat up. That was a really unusual dream.

I miss his voice, and the conversations we used to have.

I cleared the tears off my face, then grabbed my iPod, and went to the kitchen to drink some milk .

Then headed downstairs to where the pool was.

I dipped one of my feet in, and let the other fold. I hesitated while looking at the iPod; I can’t listen to music, NO! I don’t want to listen to any love songs; it just put a whole in my heart.

I lay on the floor, and started to think.

I was scared to do anything; I always thought he looked over at me.

I know for a fact that he is in a high spirited place, and feeling loved and contentment,inshala.

I needed to gain my strength back, I need to loosen up, and move on.
But it was just too hard for me, knowing that the person who died build me up and helped me through all my tough times.

I shared everything with him, and no one else. I had difficulties trusting people, but he was like an angel. Just telling him what I thought and what I was going through made me realize that

someone is there for me, and is helping me from falling.

We were Inseparable, and letting go would be the hardest obsession my heart can take.

I try not to let my past control my future, but it just comes back, and haunts me down.

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p.s. Im sorry for the short post, the next post inshala will be long.

Enjoy xx