It was never just water, Aynum.
For as long as I could remember, I hated myself, my life, my father. Scratch that. Because, to be honest, I don't hate me. I love your Afreen. I think she is clever, adorable, and lovable. I just hate that it wasn't enough.I was always stuck as the girl right behind 'the one', a childhood filled with 'if onlys'. If only I was thin enough, pretty enough, or smart enough. Maybe my father wouldn't keep separate water bottles, one for the family and one for 'the dirty daughter'.
I still remember that day, the gleam in your eyes as you took the largest sip known to mankind from my water bottle."Delicious," you said right after.The word that had me undone.Quite the irony that you don't remember much of the moment I fell for you. What serendipity to have met you out of eight million others. I thank the fates every night for having been given the opportunity to know you, to be loved by you.I don't come from normal. I don't have a home. Beyond all that humour and jist, I don't have much to offer you.A thought that plagues me at twilight."Shush," you tell me, that it doesn't matter, that you don't want normal. You just want me.
Weird, isn't it, Afreen? Someone wants us.
I love you, Aynum. In the most selfish 'I want to keep you locked away as mine' way.I love your laugh, your lavender perfume. I love you in ways I thought I never could love, unconditionally.For, in all seriousness, you are my home, my family, and the reason why walking this wretched planet is bearable.The cherry on top for me will always be the knowledge that you love me just as fiercely in return, which itself is more than one could hope for.
I know the world changes, but I hope we don't. Not now, not ever.I know I am not worthy, but I will try. I will try every day to be the brilliant, lovable woman that you say is my true reflection.
Yours irrevocably,
Membo
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