Perhaps our affection will not be like the portrayals in cinema. It may not conclude with a grand finale, a dash to the airport, or a lengthy embrace where declarations of love flow as freely as the laughter and tears. Maybe it will be as ordinary as sharing a shavarma and tea on a weekday evening. You sipping your tea, me savoring my sandwich; our glances meeting, and in that moment, understanding each other without need for words. seven years with Netta, and forever honoured and grateful to Almighty for this gem : )
Grateful : )