“Do you have a jumper”
(with a weird look, started taking off my cardigan)
“for car..”
Oh my god! I’m starting to think that my soul might secretly be a woman. I had two amazing conversation with two great people. Companionship. The preliminary look into the collection of the letters that create the word might feel a little blurgh, barf-worthy material. I am starting to like the term.
I am pretty sure that I have previously sold my soul to the devil for wanting a partner. Then I realized, my soul isn't actually attracted to the idea of marriage in general, or maybe at least to permanent commitment to a person, or a paperwork to make it a workable relation.
Maybe not even sex.
Maybe the following terms/explanation/descriptions are not what I want, or at least looking for now.
- How “till jannah” our relationship is.
- A beach-themed pre wedding photographs, post wedding shots anything in between,
Maybe all I need is just someone I could randomly share nonsensical things with, that person who I can talk to at wee hours, someone who confirms me as another person, its feels good waking up to see someone familiar.
Maybe all I need is my crispy deep fried salmon skin over at sushi king.
Maybe all I need is you.
