Love and Scale

You Are Always On Mind, a beautiful song performed lately by Michael Buble this song in specific took me back in time when love was a word in my dictionary. Six years ago he was the only thing on my mind, in those days love had a different meaning; a meaning i can’t find in nowadays book . I looked through many books of relationships, many books of love and books of friendship.. those weren’t the regular paper or hard cover books..They all came in solid cover , very protective and hard to know what is in it. Those books are the books of people i met, those i should mention in another post, one of those books was his Mishary’s book.

I was a teenager when we met while he was in his mid thirty’s, his memories of his childhood were things i heard from elder ones in my family.. we had nothing in common else than our love. Any man i meet today his main concern in knowing me is sexual “are we going to kiss?” “will we go out to my place?” “will i be able to slip my hands under your shirt?” these were the questions that manage to make me lose their numbers except for Mishary‘s, he never asked if he can kiss me, he never asked if he can have a sensual moment with me, our love was as pure as the white feathers. His lips once tried to reach mine instead the landed on my cheeks .. and since then he understood and a hug to my hands were enough to express how deeply we feel for each other.. تعذب و تعذبت بس كانت احلى ايام

In return to his struggle to survive meeting me at least three times a week without feeling our passion and love… he made me lose weight. Before each workout session we would meet which used to encourage me and work out more .. what i lose in a month nowadays i used to lose it in few weeks back then. His love made me shed Thirty Two  Kilograms in six months.

Do i have to say more?

Our love didn’t meant to last .. A year after i met someone i cared about and he “did” as well until we had a big fight over having sex and feeling for each other.. Knowing this second person made me gain Seventeen Kilograms.. he hated my body, he hated the fact that i refused giving him my virginity, the fights never stopped and the weight was never the same.

Today with every Kilogram i shed it resembles my recovery from Mohammed and for the memory of Mishary “may he rest in peace”.