Happy 1 Year
Anniversary

And it was the 23rd of May, a normal Friday. I woke up, went to school, stared at my crush coming into the bus, and when school ended got to my seat and went through the day as normal — not knowing what was to come. Was on insta and saw a reel about one of my favorite authors, no other than Fyodor Dostoevsky of course, and I decided why not put it on my story. A few days ahead I did suggest the author to my crush on her ngl, and she asked whoever sent that ngl message to dm her… but I never gathered the courage, really.

And then it was time for my weekly outing with my parents for groceries — a ride to Madinat Zayed. I got out of the mall and I checked my messages. What? 'Waliyah' replied to your story… WHAT? Stared at my phone thinking it was a dream, and definitely had the heartbeat of a dying drug addict right there. But there it was, a message from that very girl. So I opened it, and she said oh, you're the one who sent that ngl — and we started talking. But wow, her ideas of me were so wrong. Me? Ego? Oh hello, miss 'I never met any guy who reads.' I guess it's my time to shine — suggest me some books, would you — and I'll say my taste is better, and we'll continue on talking. And so it was, our little friendship.

But ooo, there came the day we had to stop talking, and those days didn't go with good memories — but to say the least, a time for us to know we can't be away from each other, even when we were just friends. And wow, we're back and talking. Okay, my time to shine again — with a newly found skill of Shakespearean speech and poetic skills dug up from misunderstood books, I had a scent of charm I was dying to present to this girl. And so I did. Wow, she wants to do pranks on me with her friends — oh, I'm having the best time of my life. She asked me about my crush… uhm, anyways, not for me to talk about.

And wow, it's 5th July already, and it's night. She sent a reel, as she randomly does. It reads: do guys also throw their phones when they send a risky text, or make up scenarios in their head? And… so my natural response was yeah, without a doubt — minus the fact that the scenarios were with you. And then she said no, no way, and I brought up that girls have a higher chance if they shoot the first shot — probably the best message I ever sent. And then you said nooo, we don't, and we kept going back and forth.

And now it's 2 am and idk why I'm awake, but I see she sent me more messages. Why not talk and then go to sleep? So I opened it, and then — oh. My. God. SHE LIKES ME?? SAY WALLAH YOU'RE NOT LYING, I said in a calm tone, with the heartbeat of a dying drug patient again. THIS IS THE BEST MOMENT EVER. MY CRUSH. SHE LIKES ME. ME. WHAT THE HELL. I'M GONNA KEEP HER FOREVERRRR.

And so that silly boy, calling himself the happiest man in the world because of that girl, then spent the best year of his life with her. Kept his promise of marrying her, of course — but that's a longer story, for another time…

What you are to me, oh baby, my Waliyah, my love, my beloved precious perfect gorgeous beautiful angelic honey bunny little princess, my whole world, my everything, jaanu, my sweet love of my life, the light of my soul, the calm to my soul, the peace and love I always wanted, and the one of my last name, the mother of my children, and the eyes I will love forever, my angel, my sweet cinnamon bun, my precious doll, my blessing, my gorgeous queen, my witch Wifey, my beloved perfect wife, my baby, my ocean of devotion, my obsession and possession, my love, my dove, my sweetest dreams and the reason of my smile, my life, my sweet sweet little girl — the only one I will love forever. My forever. I love you so much, my baby.