The Secret Life Of Yousria.

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 "That am gonna miss." Yousria said to herself as she watched the angry waves hit the rocks with sweet anger that she wondered how can something be so beautifully cruel? She has always loved the view from her room's balcony. Sitting there she remembered all the papers she lost back when she used to study for her senior year there; she remembered how the fierce wind used to take away all that she'd been writing all night, although she used to curse then she never thought about studying inside. The wind was her friend, her lover, and her mysterious truth.  It was noon then when she felt her phone vibrates in her pocket. "Sammy, hey good morning. I guess, since it is noon you know?" Yousria said picking up her phone. "Good morning, please tell me you haven't had breakfast yet." Sammy said. "Well lucky you, I haven't" Yousria answered. "Good, now you get dressed we're going out. There's a new café by the beach, we're having breakfast there." Sammy said excitedly. "Okay then give me ten." Agreed Yousria. "You better hurry am starving here, plus am already dressed." And with that they both hung up.

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"I'll have a single espresso, and a chocolate pancake." Yousria said as she handed the waitress back the menu without even taking the slightest look at it. "Make that 2." Sammy said. They've always had the same food choices since they were kids; everybody used to say they're destined together. "Isn't it weird?" Yousria asked as she turned her head up to sky. "What's weird?" Sammy asked wondering what could be so weird.  "The sky" Yousria said "It's so blue, why is it blue?" Sammy stayed silent for a while trying to process the question, he had absolutely no idea what to say. "Well it's been blue for a while now, I'm not sure why but I guess if you Googled it you'll find something."  Sammy said trying not to sound too sarcastic. "I'm not kidding" Yousria protested "Do you think it's that blue in Miami?"                                                                                                Miami. The word hit Sammy and he suddenly remembered why he invited Yousria for breakfast in the first place. "I guess yea, it's not like it's on another planet you know?" Sammy answered her question. "Listen Yousria, I think by now you have noticed am not so much a fond of the idea of you going to Miami." Yousria stayed silent giving him a chance to finish whatever it is he was going to say, although she wasn't too surprised.  "I need to ask you something; yesterday when you said you loved me, was that a yes? Was that you accepting to be my wife?"  He then was looking straight in her eyes, he needed an answer. That she was sure of.  The only thing that was on Yousria's mind at this second was "where the hell is my food?", but since she had no choice but to answer she said: "You know I love you, I guess you've always known that." Okay that was a safe answer. She wasn't stupidly cruel, and she didn't give promises she couldn't keep. "And you know that's not an answer, right?" He said "However you don't have to answer now. There's something you need to know first." What could that be? Yousria said to herself as she listened. "If you accepted to be my wife, I'm afraid you won't be able to go to Miami. I mean I can't have my fiancée roaming around the United States alone." Yousria was paralyzed, she wondered who that is? Is he really Sammy? How could he say that? Yousria was silent for about a minute, she was only looking at his pretty face. Looking at the face she knew for her whole life, was it really him saying that? Or was she imagining it? She didn't wait to figure that out; she just got up and left. And she was pretty relieved when she noticed that Sammy didn't go after her. He knew she needed space." At least he still remembered that." She said to herself as she left the café.

She has always found comfort under her bed sheets; for 21 years whenever she had a fight with Sammy she used to get under her sheets until the next day when they meet and she figures he already forgot about the fight. This time was different, it wasn't a fight they both will forget about the next day, because in fact she was leaving the next day.  She got to her wardrobe and got her dream journal from beneath her PJs, and this time she opened it.