And the day will come for her to break her silence, speak her mind, explode with everything that’s been building up and swelling inside her throat. She would shout at the top of her lungs, scream as loud as she can; only then does she find peace in the middle of the chaotic life of […]
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The Girl Who Waited

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And the day will come for her to break her silence, speak her mind, explode with everything that’s been building up and swelling inside her throat. She would shout at the top of her lungs, scream as loud as she can; only then does she find peace in the middle of the chaotic life of hers.

Eventually, she will confess to all she ever thought of, everything she stored in her heart.

She would talk about how much she loved him, how she changed, tamed her wild soul for him. Every action she had ever taken, all she had done, fears she challenged, each word uttered, were for him to acknowledge her feelings.

He stopped frowning, smirked in that way which made her heart race and flutter, her pulse thump in her ears, and gave her that smoldering brooding look that spread a warm radiant blush on her cheeks. She was daydreaming of him again; these episodes were going on repeat and shuffle inside her mind ever since their fight.

She knew too well that he dug out and picked these fights on purpose just to spite her, but his purpose and aim always escaped her and his innovative ways of bringing up some trivial subjects never ceased to amaze her. He was the same stubborn, hot headed, proudest person she had ever set eyes on. And to think she had conflicts, he was almost as screwed up as she was and just as lost.

Always the strong one, ever the aid and backup, she couldn’t break down, not yet, not in front of him. She would keep herself together, breathe, and let the stress out. She gives herself just a moment of the vulnerability she’s denied:” count to ten and then pick yourself back up again pull on the strings and get back the strength”.

She’s the girl who waited and forever keeps on waiting for him, already carrying a lot; holding the weight of her haunting troubling memories, her lost dreams, her flung hopes and her aching heart.

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  • Inass

    Maybe at some day or some other time this girl will find her dream through this waiting even “waiting for him”… Maybe the dream isn’t him.. But “him” can help to find her dream .. Keep on may great words .. Am waiting for your 1st novel 2nish2allah .. And never forget that I want your 1st signature cause it will be my pleasure to be the 1st one…

  • May

    hehe thank you dear for support <3

(Beirut Public Space)
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