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When i was sixteen, i met a boy.
he became my best friend. he was my best friend. he was the only person who understood me.
the only person who saw me for the person i am.
It was easy to see that you’d been crying
Seems like everywhere you turn catastrophe it reigns
But who really profits from the dying”
our friendship turned into something deeper.
at first, we carried this thing inside. we didn’t tell eachother. but we did in the end, and it was so innoccent.
We were so wrong for eachother. we were so young. my friends disapproved. they were scared for me … but I was young, stupid and in Love.
“I could hold you in my arms
I could hold you forever
I could hold you in my arms
I could hold you in my arms forever”
I know its stupid. i know its “puppy love”. but it was so real. to us, that was it.
every time i saw him, i was so nervous and shy. butterflies. weak knees.
everytime i saw him, everything stood still. I’m not making this up. It just felt like everything faded away.
It’s my worried mind that you quiet
Place your hands on my face
Close my eyes and say
Love is a poor man’s food
Don’t prophesize”
we had a song. it was “no one else comes close” by Joe. Its the most beautiful song. it was our song. Ours only.
“I could hold you in my arms
I could hold you forever
And I could hold you in my arms
I could hold you forever”
reality hit us hard when we realised our future was impossible. it was impossible because of so many reasons. it was impossible because of who we were. it was impossible because of so many names and numbers. it was impossible.
I stopped sleeping nights. i would only sleep when the sun would come up. i couldn’t, sleep just wouldn’t come to me.
One night, he insisted we talk. and i didn’t want to make it any more difficult. i kept telling him to stop calling. i kept telling him things to make him hate me. but he insisted. That night, he insisted.
- “why? why tonight??”
- “cuz god knows when the fuck and if the fuck there will be a next time that i talk to you!”
- “what are you talking about?”
- “i just really needed to tell you something. I Love You.”
- “why tonight?”
- “I just really needed you to hear it tonight. I Love You.”
- “I love you back.”
- “I love you more than you know.”
“So now we see how it is
This fist begets the spear
Weapons of war
Symptoms of madness
Don’t let your eyes refuse to see
Don’t let your ears refuse to hear
Or you ain’t never going to shake this sense of sadness”
Two nights later i finally slept. I woke up feeling new. i spent the day shopping. then got home and took a nap. My friend called me. woke me up.
- “are you ok?”
- “I’m ok, why? whats wrong?”
- “you know, don’t you?”
- “know what? you’re scaring me.”
- “he.. he died. last night.”
i stood up. i fell.
I could hold on forever
And I could hold you in my arms
I could hold forever”
ohh
That’s a really sad story…very well written though.
Curious, if you don’t mind answering…how did he die and why was it impossible?
Tariq Khonji: he died in a car accident. everyone around him thought he was acting weird as if he knew he was going to die. I know what you must be thinking, but no, he was not driving. two other members of his family were killed in that crash.
the reason it was impossible is difficult to explain in a short reply. but lets put it this way. he was not Bahraini. that was one of the reasons.
Im sorry for your loss
thanks mitmallel… its ok .. it was like a thousand years ago .. i just was thinking about him that night ..
I’m in tears. When will people stop the discrimination thing? Why can’t we make our decisions alone? Bahrain scares me..
I read this few days ago but i didnt comment its really painfull .. now im back and im thinking if he was alive, everythin wud b ok now i guess. I dunno. Our lifes changed so much. Don’t u get this feelin?