You felt like home. You smelt familiar. You felt comfortable. I would have done anything for you. But you are an idiot. You didn’t want this as much as I did. You used me. And now I hate you. I wish I had never met you.
First impressions count, and so do last impressions. I can’t believe I was so stupid. I stopped using my head and let you try and walk all over me. I pray to Allah that you get what you deserve, and that one day you think back on this day and realise what an idiot you are. I know there is someone out there for me, and now he’s getting closer.
Never ever ever ever ever ever underestimate the power of a prayer. When it is finally answered your heart will taste its sweetness. Alhamdulillah.
Being attracted to men is an endless cycle of “Wow he’s good looking” and watching that man do the absolute most to show you he’s hideous on the inside.
I apologised. Took the first step. Was the bigger person. And you shocked me. You have shocked me. Apparently I’m not as good of a judge of character as I always thought I was. Some people are so cruel. You talked about Islam like it was so important to you but you don’t even know what Islam is.
I learnt my lesson. Never again.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry I couldn’t compromise. I’m sorry I don’t dress well enough for you. I’m sorry you don’t think I follow Islam as well as you.
I never thought I would meet someone like you, especially because of how we met. I never thought I would fall so deep. Thank you for being so kind. Thank you for my first kiss. It was soft but I could still feel your prickly beard on my face. I’m sorry I made it awkward. Thank you for making me feel so good.
I wish things were different. I wish you could change your mind.
I’ve never felt so comfortable and elated at the same time with a man. I’ve never felt so close to someone. I’ve never thought seriously about marrying someone before I met you.
I love how strong you are and how intelligent you are. I love your spontaneity and your charm and humour. I loved your sincerity.
I hope I meet someone like you again. I hope next time he likes my clothes and is able to enjoy what I wear. I hope he is also kind. I hope he gives me butterflies like you.
-S
Babugosha/Nashpati aka Pear
It tastes even better with chat masala on top and lemon juice sprinkled on it. Certainly, my favourite on-the-go street food.