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From The Desk of Dhani Ibrahim
It’s 0151hrs on the eve of what could be the biggest step I would ever
take in my life, I am awake in my empty apartment, thinking about you, Damia.
To be honest, I am scared. Scared to death, for the first time in such a
long time. Maybe that’s why I couldn’t sleep; I am scared about what would
happen. The element of uncertainty is never comforting, I guess.
How I wish we were together as of this moment, maybe eating ice cream
and looking at the stars. Or just, you know, being together.
See what you’ve done to me? I’ve become a hopeless romantic. I could
believe in anything right now after you made me fall in love with you, when I
thought I’d never ever believe in love ever again.
But the thing that you’ve made me believe the most is tomorrow.
Whenever I gaze into your eyes, those eyes that are so jewel-like, so
much like swirly grey diamonds… whenever I look into your eyes, I see tomorrow.
And it’s a tomorrow that I’d never thought I’d wish or hope for, you know?
I see us together with rings on our fingers and matching ensembles. I
see our families and closests friends wishing and sharing joy, with us. I see
us leaving on a jet plane, going wherever you ask me to take you, just name it:
we could go to Paris, Rome, Santorini or Sahara Desert. I see us taking selfies
and smiling, laughing, because the world would belong to us and nothing else
would matter. I see bright, sunny days where we could frolic or just roll
around on grassy hills surrounded by mountains, or cold, rainy nights where I could
share mugs of hot cocoa and cuddle with you in a blanket. I see us walking hand
in hand down busy streets and quiet paths, beneath city lights or clear, starry
skies.
Heck, I even see grocery shopping on weekends, or getting stuck in
traffic and thinking what could we cook at home for dinner. I even see us
shopping for little clothes, booties, strollers and cots.
I see tomorrow, and you in it, and us in it, and tomorrow will he happy
and beautiful. Just like you are, just like your love has made us.
These are little things, but these are the little things that I see in
this tomorrow.
I love you Damia.
And I’m ready to prove it to the world.
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