Twin Souls

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Sanaa ☯️

"What's your favourite colour?" I asked as I finished my flower crown which was made out of chamomile, representing rest and relaxation but also represented "energy in adversity" in the 19th century. We decided to sit among the flowers on the grass.

"Blue," he replied, taking the crown away from me and placing it on his head. "This looks amazing on me," he bragged.

"True," I agreed, admiring his enhanced beauty.

"Same question goes to you."

"Green."

"It's been a while since I heard someone's favourite colour being green. Why green though?"

"Green represents life and in my opinion is the most dominant colour because many natural bodies have green as their dominant colour."

"I like your answer. I only like blue because I think it looks nice," he shrugged. My lips slowly curled into a smile.

"It's still a reason."

"Yeah, yeah," he said, playfully rolling his eyes. "Do you have a middle name?"

"No, I don't know why my parents thought that was a good decision. Sanaa Jacobs sounds very basic."

"You are something else," he laughed. "Sanaa is a beautiful name though."

"I know, I know," I said, lazily brushing him off. "What's yours? I just know you have one."

"It's Ali."

"So you're Abel Ali Jordan? That sounds good," I complimented.

"Wow, I'm flattered," he said, dramatically placing his hand on his chest. "I'm a bit worried though."

"Why?" I asked.

"I've not gotten any sarcastic remark or action from you."

"Do you prefer me to be sarcastic?"

"Is it a trick question?"

"Depends."

"Nevermind," he mumbled.

"What's one weird fact about you?"

"I don't know if it's considered as weird but I pour in my milk before my cereal."

"Oh, hell no," I exclaimed, abruptly standing up.

"What?" Abel asked, confusion evident on his face.

"That's not weird, that's wrong!"

"You cannot be serious," he said with a blank face.

"I am extremely serious."

"Are you going to ignore me from now on just because I pour the milk first?"

"Yes."

"Unbelievable."

"Yeah," I said, breaking my gaze away from him. It was funny messing with him. I do find the method strange but I wouldn't end any relationship because of it. That is even weirder than pouring the milk first.