I don't love her, okay? I just feel oblige to savor every second in her smile, to deafen my noisy breathing so that I can hear her heartbeat. To look at her eyes and read all her stories. And I promise, by Allah, I will never get bored listening to her stories even if she tells them a thousand time. I don't love her. Don't you dare say I do. I just want an infinity with her in the numbered days.
Abu A'ish Mk Albani
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Abu Aeesh (
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Awwwwww.... you love her!
Hopelessly and irretrievably so... You see, the personae is trying to understand what love is. And he feels merely stating it is a cliche. Because to him, It doesn't really represent what he feels. Or it could be that he's afraid if he let that be true, life would change. He's afraid of change. Hence, the paradox.
He's afraid - yes I could see that! But so nice........
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