Miserably in love .

Essaouira, Morocco

She was standing in a place as familiar as her home as strange as the one she has been waiting for , she seemed to be confident and solid in front of people were there, waiting as impatiently as the poor girl, for the person who’ll come and take her away from their sore eyes.

Their first eye contact was companied with some annoying sun rays and air touching her hair ,covering her wondering eyes to see more of her man.

He drives her somewhere but her heart to nowhere. her heart paralyzing her mouth, she couldn’t say something but talking about her passions and interests as it’s the first time she talks about them. That energy got probably his unlocked heart and made his mind think another time about how much he needs to be surrounded by such a sparkle, such a soul .
Her passion drives her to learn a new thing , a game she always wondered about how people manage to play for a long time , without getting bored, around a colorful table . But, once she started playing she wanted to spend even more of time with her partner in the game, her loyal teacher , her loyal lover, watching only her as she exactly has been doing.

This magical story ended up in a magical moment, the most unexpected moment , their moment .

The moment their lips connected , his mind talked loud : *something’s missed*

Her heart stopped. The heart which has been beating only for him , didn’t satisfy him . What a shame ! What a feeling !

The conversation between her racing mind and her loving heart :

Mind : You’re not enough .

Heart : But you love him

Mind : And he doesn’t, he described you as mess !

Heart : stop it you confused mind ! You’re hurting me ..

Mind : you’re a mess !

Heart : she is not , maybe she’s not the right person. Maybe she’s not the person he’s in love with, maybe he was seeing another girl while watching her brownish eyes .

Mind : He doesn’t love you .

Heart : you’re maybe right, he didn’t hold her frightened hands .

He seemed to be in pain, she was dying deep inside, she was broken, she was weak.

And she is miserably in love .

Eternity

They were sitting in front of a huge screen, but all what they’ve watched was each other.

He couldn’t help looking at her lovely huge eyes, shining as a starry night , gorgeous as lotus petals and wild as the blue ocean , absorbing his insecurities as a supernova ,he got lost in her childish soul. She felt safe and secure as never before, deeply in love and sleepy in his arms . She was amazed by how he makes her laugh and makes her mad at the same time when he doesn’t hold her hand when she’s asking for just to tease her . He was charismatic , majestic , a sight for sore eyes . And she was pure, innocent and extremely angelic . Their first kiss was a one to remember, a one to save , a one to repeat. That kiss was as soft as her words as wild as his love . That kiss was a dream they both had, a feeling they both shared a black whole they both got absorbed in, for eternity .

« empty city with two filled hearts … »

A dream.

A dream.

Love was everything she feels, love was too familiar to her .
She loves animals, she loves family , she loves friends, she loves brownies .But, this love tastes differently..
A love that made her mad and satisfied, childish and mature , courageous and scared . A love that made of her heart half heaven half hell .. heaven for him, and a hell, a true hell dragging down everyone trying to wake her up from the sweetest dream she ever had . A magical dream .
¶ Is this love is this love is this love ¶
She wondered.

Were we real ?

She loved with a love that was more than love .

she cared too much , got destroyed even much when she realized that she does not mean to him what she has expected . She was innocent in all the story, she was pure as the first ocean waves that touch your skin and paralyze your feet . She has been trying to spread love and joy as a proton wherever he goes , whenever he needs a shoulder to lay his head on, he often told her about how much he loves , cares and misses her when she’s not around .. Was it all a lie ? wasn’t she enough ? Did he find love somewhere else ? These random questions were hunting her head which knows a little and hurting her heart which loves a lot ..

She was a daydreamy girl, and becomes a nighty one when he left .

She was electric and he was magnetic , she was poetic but he was too realist .

Eyes …

She was too childish,

in a way that makes his heart beat fast & hard as never before, he appreciates looking at her wide eyes telling the story of everything while she talks about something she loved .. The sparkle that shines deep down from her pure soul finds its way through his heart , melting at everytime they come across each other as it’s the first time they meet . And that’s another story.
Their first eye contact was too significant. She realized at that moment he was the one for her, only for her among all beautiful girly faces figuring in the magazines, because he wasn’t looking for a fake painted face to wake up every morning besides, but he needed a good heart to warm his loud nights whenever he feels down and weak..
She loved classical music and late night conversations . She loved to dance like nobody’s watching and laugh at every silly joke he makes , she loved to sing with a messy hair while cooking brownies for him.
 » Let’s go to champs Elysées, get me an expresso while listening to our song on the radio, hold my hand in front of the whole wide world and tell them about how much you loved my perfume . Let’s go to Italy , try a sweet tiramisu after tasting a cheesy spaghetti and listening to « lasciatemi cantare » .. And let’s fly to New York , hang out in it’s crowded long streets , and get lost through them together.. « 
And that’s all what was going on in her head when she stars at his eyes .

Cause, in front of the ocean, was all where they wanted to be .

Late night meditation …

Maybe, some years from now ..

We’ll meet again with the same fresh love in our melted hearts , the same sparkle in our eyes whenever we talk about the first time we touched , and with the same potential we had when we were seventeen . Perhaps destiny had another plan for us .. To come across each other in a coffee shop in Paris , Princess’ Island in Turkey or even in a crowded street in New York while I am holding two cups of Starbucks coffee , waiting for you to come and to pick up yours before it gets cold , but you never came .. And I’ve never drunk coffee …

Or maybe in Mohammed the 5th street in Rabat, MOROCCO .