I am not 18 anymore. I am certain that I love a person of what he is.
He still can tickle me from far, with just his text or voice message. I sense happiness in his voice. I hope he is. I pray he will always be happy.
I still smile when i look at the messages. A little laugh to myself when hearing his voice message.
I love him. I am certain. Will he open his heart and love me? That is almost impossible, unless God wants him to.
I will continue to ask for his heart in my prayers. Because I am so powerless to do any other things. And I have long accepted, beauty disguises everything. But beauty is what I don't have.
Thank you Allah. At least I found someone I could love, truly enough that I pray for his happiness all the time.
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