She sat by the window, her pen and ink gliding over the pages of her diary.

She – “Dear diary,

I met him again today. This was the second time in a week. I’ve met him so many times and yet I’m just as nervous as I was the first time. I don’t know what he does to me. Maybe it’s a spell he casts or a magic trick. I feel like I’m enchanted.

Every date we go for, I dread it and yet look forward to it like drying crops look at the sky, longing for rain. You know I’ve never felt like this before! I didn’t know I could feel this way. It’s like I’m a teenager acting goofy but oh so in love!

They say the one who makes your heart beat faster is not your soul mate. The one who calms you is! But he does both.

But I’m scared. What if he doesn’t feel the same way? Actually I don’t care. At least I will be able to boast that my heart has the ability to love someone this much. So what if it isn’t strong enough for anything else. So what I don’t have much time left? So what he is just my doctor?”




Author: Zainab Haji



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