the first words my husband ever said to me were, "are you feeling cold?" because i was feeling cold when i first sat with him on the stage and someone was rubbing my hands to warm them and someone else had put a shawl around me.
you know i'm a hopeless romantic, but my husband? i never in a million years expected he'll put that claim of mine to shame. i can't be romantic, not with him, not yet, i'm way too shy, but he's not afraid to be.
now, those words were... i've no idea if they're special or why they matter, but it rings true. at first, i didn't think anything of it, but he proved himself to be very caring. he cares about me. he notices when i'm tired, when i'm having difficulty breathing, when i'm feeling uneasy. he's very sensitive. he's very attentive.
he's not scared to run his fingers through my hair or put his head in my lap and lie there so i can do the same.
oh, i'm in love, aren't i?
but i'm scared, too. i'm happy, but i'm scared.
what if...
what if he changes?
what if it changes?
what if it's a phase and it's temporary?
no, i can't think like that, it's too much.
Allah is...
Just...
Allah is.
