People always say that it hurts at night
and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am
is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken.
it’s 9am on a tuesday morning
and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up
And the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea makes you miss him so much
you don’t know what to do with your hands.
لَو تطلُُبَ البحرَ .. فى عينيكَ أسكُبُهُ
If you ask for the sea, in your eyes, I spill
أو تطلُبَ الشمسَ .. فى كفّيْكَ أرميهـا
Or if you ask for the sun, in your hands I throw
أنـا أحـبـُّكَ فــوقَ الغَـيـمِ أكـتـُـبـُهــا
I Love You. Over the clouds I write
و للعصافـير , و الأشجار… أحكـيهـا
And to birds and trees, I tell
أنـا أحـبـكَ فـوقَ الـمـَـاءِ أنقـُُشُـهــا
I Love You. Over the water I carve
و للعناقـيدِ … و الأقـداحِ … أسْقِـيهـا
And to bunches and glasses I let drink
أنـا أحـبـكَ يـا سَـيْـفـَـاً أسـالَ دَمِــى
I Love You. O, sword that shed my blood
يـَا قـِصَّـةً لـَسْـتُ أدرى … ما أسَمِّيها
O, story that I don’t know what name to give
أنـا أحـبـكَ . حـَاوِِل أن تـُسـاعِـدَنى
I Love You. Try to help me
فــإنَّ مَــنْ بَــدَأ المَـأسَــاةَ يُـنـهـِيـهـــا
Because he who started the tragedy, should finish
وَ إنَّ مَـنْ فـَتـَـحَ الأبـْوَابَ يُغـلِـقهـا
And he who opened the doors, should close
و مَـنْ أشْـعَـلَ الـنِّـيـرَانَ … يُـطـفـِيهَا
And he who set the fire, should put out.
The first time he said he loved me, it was like a whisper. Soft, gentle, meaningful.
But in my heart it shook me to the core. It was loud, it was magical, there were fireworks, and I was terrified.
We were falling asleep, I was in his arms. As soon as he said it, it felt like it would be the routine for the rest of our lives.
But, why did it scare me so much?
I never said it back to him. I breathed heavily pretending to be asleep. Come to think of it, I’m pretty sure he knew I was still awake. And yet he continued to hold me in his arms, falling asleep enraptured in each other.
I was terrified by what it meant.
For the first time in my life, the words felt meaningful. Like a promise.
And I couldn’t believe “He” was loving me.
He’s someone I’m protective over because he’s an enigma of magic & kindness & love & creativity.
He continued to say those sweet words of love. When he called, whenever he said hello or goodbye.
And all I could do was fashion a smile.
I think it was my way if saying it back, cause I already knew I loved him. But, the words couldn’t part from my lips. Saying those 3 words always got me into trouble.
The first time I told him, I loved him. Had been probably one of the hardest days if my life.
And through that whole experience he was there holding my hand, fighting for me, protecting me. And I was pretty sure at the end of that day he would have run. Any sane person would have.
But, he didn’t. He held me tight, and said “You’re not getting rid of me that easily, I love you.”
This time instead of the routine smile that appeared on my face every time he said those 3 words.
“I love you” slipped out of my mouth, the words seemingly glided off my lips. And this time there was a smile on his face.
We were in this together. And from that moment there’s been no looking back. I’m happy to be in love with him. Loved by him.
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