Old Love Dies Hard (spinoff of life happens)

Chapter XXII - Someone Who Makes You Happy

Sometimes life gives you lemons, sometimes it even gives you apple cider vinegar and yet, sometimes life is a little generous and it gives you chocolates.

Millions of emotions swirl inside you like a sea of joy.

Contentment. Satisfaction. Assurance. Happiness

But there's one emotion that overpowers all.
Love.
Love for yourself
Love for someone special

It is in these moments that you realize that life is not fun because of the fun parts, it is fun because you conquer the bad parts.
It is fun because you earn the good parts by battling yourself.
For the greatest battle that man has been fighting since its creation is the battle with himself.
Adam fought it.
Eve fought it.
Some people lose and they learn.
Some people win and they learn too.

The real scary moment is when your adversity looks you in the eye, daring you to even lift a finger so it can fight back with all its might.

But the greatest moment is when you wink at your adversity.

You put forward a peace offering. You raise the white flag which has the words "Bitch, I own you" written all over it.
You know that your adversity hasn't left you but you know that you own it.

That is where I am today, I carry my adversity with me. It's still sitting on my shoulder like a demon but I know that I own my adversity and I can mold it the way I want to. I can either mold it into a blessing or a curse.
I chose curse first, but now I'm sure I want it to be a blessing.

So dear adversity, stay on my shoulder and sit tight because you're going to see yourself vanishing, bit by bit and then all at once. 

I pin my hijab in place and fish my drawer to look for something and I smile when I finally find it.

I slip the bracelet on my wrist, straightening my scarf once more, I head out of the room.
I look up and catch myself before I bump into Mason.
Just looking at him now gives me this weird feeling.

It's strange really, I was going to get married to a guy and I never felt this and I haven't even confessed my love to him and he's making me feel like a teenager.

"Um...h-hi" Mason starts the conversation, not really focusing on what he's saying

"Hi!" I reply a bit too cheerfully, bouncing on my heels

"Aren't we all rainbows and sunshine today?" He laughs and I scratch my forehead
"Well-" I fidget but then notice that he's not even paying attention to anything I'm saying.

He's just staring at me, his gaze moving up and down my figure, making me feel hot all over.
Why won't he stop staring?
"Um.....Mason.." I wave my hand in front of his face.
It takes him a few moments to phase out of his little bubble

"Were you saying something?" He asks, knitting his eyebrows together.

"No. You, however, were staring. A lot" I snicker

"Yeah well...." he rubs the back of his neck
I'm making him uncomfortable again! Amna truly is back!

"Well, you look really gorgeous. Like beautiful" he says. I stop and stare at myself.
Is he serious?

"Mason, all I did was put on a hijab. I'm still in my pajamas" I reply, chortling.

"And...." he tries to search for something to praise so he can justify his staring.
I try to hold back my laughter