Reach.

"You won't always be able to catch me... sometimes you just have to let me fall" I said with tears brimming my eyes all whilst backing him but feeling the weight of his gaze on my back.

"May Allah never let me witness the day when you need catching and I can only stand by helpless in despair." He said with a crack in his voice towards the end.

"I- I'm-" I croaked.

"The day I let you fall, a part of me will die. A part of me will fall with you and wither away. My heart has never been a fair-weather heart but it will always be for you. The day I let you fall I have let you down and if that day ever comes scream my name and curse it like a sailor because I will have let you down. Hold me accountable to my words." He said and it was my unravelling.

My resolve broke that very instant. I spun around on my feet and buried my face in his shirt. He slowly wrapped his arms around me as he whispered comforting words into my hair. He would be there for me... he didn't think I was a burden... he'd be there for me till the very end.

I have never felt glad to have waited for the right guy, the halal guy because this... this is the reward... this luminescent, loving man.
Where my father ran away, he volunteered to pick me up. When my father tore me to pieces, he saw me and made it his first priority to piece me back together but in my final moments I couldn't listen to his simple instructions and it ended up tearing us apart.