Life in small words, what expresses
As the eyelash closes on the eye, the door is closed, you will not see it until tomorrow. Less than twenty-four hours seem like love, twenty-four longing, twenty-four consecutive inspirations without exhalation, twenty-four days, but a year, but a century, but more ..
She stood on the farewell window, stealing the last of his features, to keep her deep behind the pupil of her eyes, behind the retina or cornea, in the eternal memory box. He goes down the last stairs, so he rides the car and so his hand moves the car key, so he looks in kind in the mirror, and so he tramples his feet on gasoline, and so he misses the horizon.
All the details of his movements are captivating, all of them take their minds, miss them and leave them crazy with him only ..
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Waiting for tomorrow, their promised day ... their dream that is about to be realized, tomorrow he will accompany it .. to choose the shape of the link that will bind them together, an eternal link that will open her finger with him forever and with her heart and guide him is the key ..
It will be a historic day ... hey..today is also historic, all of these days are historical, she must carefully record the dates in order to celebrate with them their next age together ..
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Like a dream that she does not wake up from, she walks in the middle of their preoccupation busy with him, smiling at him as if she sees him from the place he does not see her or he sees her from where she does not see her. With features that she discovers in her face for the first time with her voice, which she no longer distinguishes, with everything she recognizes in love for the first time ... realizes that those who wrote emotional narratives by chance have forgotten to tell about the chaos they now inhabit ..
And among the embarrassing comments around her, you can hardly hear or see, no one else cares about her.
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Suddenly, she remembers that, at her greatest happiness, she forgot how much she called and prayed for this moment, how much she asked God to bring them together in the halal, how many tears fell from her eyeballs when the fate and the diagonals spaced them apart, and how she carried on her prostration all her wishes far-reaching and wrapped them with confidence that did not shake the suspicions and sent them In all sincerity to God .. And here he is, God has answered, she forgets it with the prostration of little thanksgiving, I rushed to her carpet and tumbled upon her, tearful and grateful, prostrating to the generosity of the Lord who did not forget her .. oh, how much pleasure her tearful tears carried in the taste of the rare joy in this life ..
