The stranger.

Won't it be nice if we met on the subway, and gave all our secrets away?
I need me, 
a stranger.

The light.

I feel like i am your guiding light. 
And i don't know how that feels, because i always wanted you to be my guiding light.

My amazing, thing?

Its like you have this amazing thing, 
only you know about, 
only you can feel, 
only you can think about.
You can recall every little detail of that amazing something. 
You keep imagining it, thinking of it.
And then suddenly, you don't remember it anymore. 
You know it was amazing, but you don't know how was it like.
You don't remember.
And you start looking around for people to assure you that you were not imagining it all along. 
That it existed. This amazing thing.
But the thing is, only you knew about it.
      The amazing thing, was only, for you.
And then a stupid little thing happens, like a smile, a glance.
And it all comes back flooding at you.
And you feel grateful, that you can remember your amazing thing again. 
Because you felt like you lost it, forever.
Except that, it might not be an amazing thing. 
It can always be, a person, too.

In case you were wondering.

In case you were wondering.
I don't look you in the eye anymore.
I can't stand watching our pictures.
There are plenty of places, i can't go to.
Certain words, make me cry.
I have to keep stopping my mind from replaying all the conversations we had.
All the memories.
In case you were wondering,
it's because i miss you.

I wrote this for you.

So, i was searching online for the words "Wrote this for you".
And boom, i found the blog.
I wrote this for you.
As i am supposed to find it.
Perfect serendipity.
Because, as i love to believe, finding it, is a sign.
I log onto the blog, each and every day.
And i always use the "Random post" button,
because each random posts defines an important decision i want to make, or resembles a "Sign" i had planned for before.
But as i press the "random post" button, i know what i want to do exactly. And the post that comes is  ALWAYS relevant to that thing. Each and every time.
It never fails me.
The blog is practically always, talking to me.
And then, to make things more perfect.
A book.
I've been trying to get it for the past 3 weeks, but it is not available in Egypt (Yet.)
And the day, i got my copy to write this review.
I was literally jumping up and down from joy.
I was too excited.
I had my favorite book.
Now the only problem was that, i did not want to read it anymore.
Yes, i did not want to.
Because, once i start it, i knew i'd get it finished.
And i did not want to finish it.
So i kept avoiding it, for 3 hours.
3 long hours of resistance.
But then, i gave in.
I started reading ..
And i did not put my reader down, until i was done with it.
A paradox; a page turner without being a page turner.
Because you always want to know what is next, but what you just read is so beautifully written that you can't just leave it, after reading it once.
You keep rereading it, and re-rereading it ..
And you keep thinking, and over thinking.
Your head keeps on filling you with all the relevant emotions and memories.
Your heart aches. And longs. And rejoices.
You are not here anymore. You are in a parallel universe. Where your heart is being spoken out.
The thing is, as soon as i was done with it, i knew i was totally screwed.
How am I supposed to write a review, when the book made me speechless? Literally.
How are you supposed to describe an experience?
You don't.
You can't
I can't.
You have got to experience it, yourself, for you to know,
for you to understand.
It was written for you. It is written for you.
And i'd be wasting your time, telling you about it.
Because you have got to read what has been written for you, yourself.
For you, to understand.

A part of me.

A part of me,

that you first touched,

is thinking of you.

Misses you.

Longing for you.

And until that part, 

forgets.

It might go on, 

forever. 

The ugly reality.

Moments, are all you get.
Usually, with the people, you love the most.