.:Darn it:.

Dear Ms RB,

it’s been almost two months now since I’ve gotten to know you. What am I supposed to say? You take my breath away. With your oh-so-charming mix of child-like innocence with maturity belying your tender years, you’ve managed to reduce me to a stuttering fool each and every time we talk on the phone.

Yet when we don’t talk (like today), I realize that I do miss you terribly. I miss hearing you say “assalamualaikum” in that special way that no one else seems able to replicate. I miss the way you always seem to find something good in everything that happens to you and me, the way that that contrasts so explicitly with my sometimes overarching negativity. I miss the way you tend to get embarrassed when it comes to acknowledging these feelings that I know we both have for each other. I miss the way you always seem to know how I feel, which is surprising really since even I don’t know myself that well. I miss… well… you.


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Damn it, woman. I think I’m in love with you.

ps: as a favour to someone who I used to love, I have deleted the previous entries which revolved around her. There will be no more references to what has happened. I think she has paid, and is continuing to pay, her dues for it. Cukuplah.