The world lays at his feet but his world is her.
The king bows to no one except his queen.
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" How could I want anyone else when I am only because you are ? I exist for you just as I exist because of you Inayah "
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♡Inayah's pov ♡
When I was a little kid, I always imagined being in a state of mind in which I'll actually feel something for once.
Happiness, sadness, guilt, anything.
A place where I'd not pretend to be someone I'm not, a place where I'd actually sit back for once, reflecting on emotions that I always ignore.
A state of mind where I'll have the courage to believe that I'm deserving of everything I secretly crave. To be with someone that believes in me, supports me, always stands by my side. Someone who makes the fall of love a little less fearful, being with that one person who gives you the kind of love which makes you a softer person.
And lately I've been spending alot of my time with that someone, someone who is quickly becoming my favorite feeling. someone who is laying sound asleep beside me.
From the past few days we have been spending ever single moment together and when sleep drifts us apart, we often meet in our dreams.
I tried to sleep last night, pretending to close my eyes when is reality my mind was in a dreamy haze.
A very weird dreamy misty haze that I can't seem to take my mind off.
Last nights incident was.... eventful.
The same scenario keeps repeating in my mind again and again, and I have a bitter sweet feeling about this. It's painfully good but soo scary at the same time.
And for once in my twenty three years of life, I'll be completely honest with myself. Completely honest about my feelings, what I truly feel.
I'm scared.
Like really really scared.
I'm scared to get attached, afraid to let myself feel. Fall for the other person, I'm not scared about the commitment but rather putting myself all out, putting my all, my heart, my soul into someone and then ending up with nothing. Again.
And the scariest thing about the person sleeping next to me is, that he's making me fall hard. Fall really really fast.
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The sun filters through the leaves, casting a warm glow on his unruly hair, making his skin almost glow.
Smoke around him beams in the faint rays of sunlight, as he takes an another drag from his cigarette.
As I neared him, I can't help but think about how can a small thing as such as a cigarette can give a person so much pleasure that they never got the chance to feel in their lifetime.
How can a small, slim, white stick hold so much power that they are too strong to resist.
My father had a different kind of obsession with them, he loved cigarettes.
