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Tuesday, 7th November 2017.Dear D,
I finally found the perfect wristwatch for Muhammad, and I'm super glad! I ordered it online, and it should be here on Friday, in Sha Allah. For the pen, unfortunately, I haven't been able to find anyone that I like. I don't know, I'd probably have to ask around. And for my cousin, of course, I already ordered the box already of chocolates and gift card but it would be delivered directly to her on her birthday, I'm so glad I almost have it all sorted out.Like you might have guessed, again, yesterday was stressful! I had one test, and I'm quite certain I did it well, Alhamdulilah. My classes ended late, and I had to eat out at a restaurant at one of the hostels here in school. I also decided to study through the night as my classes started by 12noon this morning. I know, it seems like I study so much, but in reality, I only do it cause I know last minute studying is not my thing at all, so, let me do my own studying slow and steady.
But actually, to be completely honest, the reason why I studied through the night is because I know I won't be studying today, as I was supposed to meet Adeel after classes, which brings us to the story of what happened after my classes today.
First, I went to pray at the mosque, and then, Adeel met me at my faculty. Don't get me wrong, I know I said we wouldn't talk to each other so much anymore, and that's exactly why we met up. I told him on the phone on Sunday that I didn't want to talk to him so often anymore, and when he asked why, I told him that I thought it wasn't necessary for us to talk to each other every time, and then he asked to meet up.
I know Adeel is smart, but did he have to be blunt? Anyway, when we met, he said he wanted to meet up because well, he knew my fears about talking to each other, and he knew that I just didn't want to get attached. Although he said that he had the same fears, who is he to tell me what I think and what my fears are? Of course I wasn't mad at that point, considering I was surprised that he figured it out, now I am.
Anyways, we had spoken about it and decided that we would reduce how we speak to each other, and I did my assignments when I got to my room, and guess what I'm doing at the moment?
Cooking! Yes, and I'm scared that my rice is burrrnniinngg, I just want to quickly finish this entry.
Okay bye.
Yours,
A.
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