Do you see
how I love him true~
it could have been you.
As for you
and your love for she~
it could have been me.
But we were a maybe,
and never a must~
when it...
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@Sithara find your tribe and love them hard✨
I was supposed to be happy, I was supposed to celebrate, live it as much as I could, dance and sing it out but I couldn't do anything but just feel lost.
I had no clue what had happened, why everything seemed so changed within a day, why I wasn't as exhilarated as I remembered to be a few hours ago.
I felt a constant restlessness clawing my heart, eating it, piercing through it, tearing it and paining it. It was all so different from what it was and how it was to be.
I was blooming with joy, experiencing the best days of my life, feeling the rush and thrill of my heart and all what I felt now was fear. It was so sudden and abrupt that I couldn't even contemplate it.
My thoughts, my feelings were complex and vague; they were just scared of the unknown, of something going wrong, of something precious getting ruined, of losing something important.
My chest was full and empty at the same time because there was so much to feel but I was not understanding anything and nor anything was making any sense. It was all blur and hazy, causing me to feel giddy and confused.
I knew I was content for Daniya but I was kind of upset too. I was afraid of letting Daniya go entirely. It was hard to imagine a life without her calling me twenty-four seven, a life without her texting me that she was catching a flight only to meet me, a life where someone else would be her priority.
It all worried me because America was really far and away. And I knew not everything between the two of us was gonna stay the same after today.
I was not prepared for all of these big things to happen to me so soon nor was I ready to have another argument and fight with Arsalan.
I did try to convince myself, I did tell myself that I was okay, that I should not be bothered so much, that he was not that special but I failed every damn time.
I had not talked to Arsalan yet. I did not want to, to be honest. I was angry, I was sad because of him.
I was hurt, even when the sensible part of my mind screamed I had no right to.
I knew I could not expect him to take my side and not his father's, to support me and my family and not his own dad or I couldn't expect him to do anything unprofitable to his business.
I did realise all of it, I understood but that didn't mean I could not even await a confession from him.
After spending so many days together, after talking all day and all night about each and everything, after coming so close I thought I had earned the right to know the truth. He owed me that bit. Didn't he?
