I used to be in love with Ahad once, he was the first ray of sunshine in my otherwise unhappy life. Thing about sunshine, if you spend too long in it, you forget about the shade. Squandered all my good days. Now he is gone, and sometimes, when I dream, we are still in love, we have a life, children, a family, a home. Everything I lack.
In those dreams, I'm a better woman, a kinder, forgiving woman. Each time I wake up alone on my bef in my shabby room, I wonder, if this is some awful nightmare, and that dream is what is real. This daily nightmare is to remind me to keep the ones I love close and never let them go again.
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