As the final months of the year crept by, the pressure began to mount for Jasmine and me. Even though we attended different schools, we were both gearing up for the looming graduation exams. It was a time of uncertainty and anxiety as we both wondered what the future held. But we had something to look forward to, something that had been on our minds for a long time.
Jasmine and I had been talking about the summer for months. We had both dreamed of spending it together, making up for all the times we had wished we could be together. However, we had different ideas about what that
would look like. Jasmine wanted to stay home, spend time together, and enjoy each other's company. I, on the other hand, wanted to travel, explore new places, and create memories that would last a lifetime.
But fate had other plans for us. Jasmine's diabetes had started to worsen, and she became increasingly preoccupied with planning for the summer. As her exams approached, we agreed to a week-long communication blackout to avoid any distractions that could compromise our performance. It was tough, but we knew it was necessary.
Finally, the exams were over, and we both did well. Jasmine was thrilled and immediately shifted her focus to planning for the summer trip. Meanwhile, I was happy to graduate and pleased with my academic performance. But
the real excitement came when we received fantastic news in July. One of my mom's friends had offered us her house for the summer. It was the perfect solution, far away from everyone we knew and completely private. I couldn't wait to share the news with Jasmine and celebrate our good fortune.
As the summer drew closer, everything seemed to be falling into place. Jasmine had already booked her flight, and I had applied to the schools I wanted to attend. The countdown had begun, and my heart raced with anticipation. Those two weeks stood between me and Jasmine, the love of my life. I couldn't help but reflect on all the hard work and sacrifices we had made to get to this moment. Countless sleepless nights, sneaking a few dirhams from the dinner table, and keeping our
relationship a secret from our parents - it had all led up to this.
But despite the challenges, nothing could dampen my enthusiasm. For I knew that these two weeks would be the culmination of all our efforts, and I had never been more excited about anything in my life. I spent those two weeks packing, checking and double-checking that I had everything I needed. I couldn't wait to see Jasmine again, to hold her close and feel the warmth of her embrace.
As the day of her arrival drew closer, I found myself getting more and more nervous. What if something went wrong? What if she didn't like the house? What if I didn't live up to her expectations?
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