Something Out Of Nowhere -3-

Ever since they were kids, he’s always chosen her to be his partner in games, or to do homework with when they came back from school. He always felt that it was her and no one else that can understand him. He knew that she didn’t know how he felt, nor she will ever know if he didn’t tell her. He always was the party guy, the guy who’s always out enjoying his night; he wasn’t much of a saint. He went to parties talked to girls, BUT they were never more than friends. He could never exceed that limit when it came to girls, and he always felt that as long as his parents met his “Girl” friends that it was fine. Well, then I guess now a days, that is a saint. But that does not change that fact that he was crazy for her. Hadeel. He woke up, thinking of her, and slept, thinking of her. Ever since they were kids until now. To him there was always that deep connection he never understood. That connection that won’t fade no matter how far she was and no matter how hard times have been for him, he can never forget her, not a single second. He knew he wanted her, but he didn’t care if he never saw her, nor did he care how she was dressed. He wanted her to love him back, to understand how he feels towards her. He has been living in this bubble since childhood, not really knowing if he’ll ever get out …

Dear diary,

I know this may sound a bit girlish, but I miss her. It’s not easy for me to open up and speak about my emotions; that’s why I write here. I write to let everything out. Not really about how my life is going or how I spent my day. I write about her. How beautiful she is, or how I remember when her eyes sparkle when she saw the ice cream truck when we were kids, or even how she cried because I took the last cookie. Although it killed me to see her cry, but there was something about her eyes when it was filled with tears, that took her beauty to a whole ‘nother level. I also remember how every time she saw me she ran to me, only to tell me about her day. I remember this one time, she was sitting on the side walk when we were thirteen and once I got home I saw her running towards me with tears in her eyes, and she hugged me. Wanting to get away from whatever that has upset her. I hugged her real tight and I gave her a promise. I said, “I promise, one day will come when you will never cry again; not because there won’t be anything that bothers you, but because I will be there for you”. From that moment on, I knew. I knew that I had to do everything to make her happy. But… ever since her mother’s accident I’ve never really spoken to her. I want to, but I never feel like she does. Does she love me back? I want to know. How does she remember me? Am I that knight in shining armor she used to imagine when we were children, or am I that monster that does nothing but scare her. I probably always write this; only because I believe that it will happen. It must happen. One day that girl will be mine, to love and to cherish. To protect from all evil and to keep a smile on that lovely face…

Nothing, and I mean nothing in this world is as gentle and as beautiful as she is. Her eyes, those big black eyes, were as beautiful as a dark night full of stars, Her skin, as soft as a baby’s cheek, and Her voice, a fine musical symphony. Love by all means was meant for her, and I by all means am in love with her.

His name was Mansoor, and Hadeel, has taken over his mind.

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