"I'm not 19 either.."
His words forced my heart to stop beating, literally, my heart dropped.
Before I could reply, I felt my phone vibrate once again.
He was calling.
"What?!" I said. My tone implied anger.
"Ghaneya? Listen, please understand!" he spoke.
"Why do you keep lying to me?!" my voice was almost audible through my strong wooden door.
"Please, let me explain. I love you, please Ghaneya." he answered with a sad voice.
"How old ARE you then?!" I was extremely confused and frustrated.
"Please let me explain first, to gain your attention." he refused to answer my question.
"Well.. I'm listening." I briefly replied.
"I just finished university a year ago, which explains how am I back in the country. I couldn't call you because my number would be the same. I thought making up the lie about traveling would sound believable and understandable. I thought you would understand this situation. At first, I thought it was a phase that I'm going through, a phase where I'm just attracted to girls. But then I realized, I was madly in love with you. I thought you wouldn't love me back if you knew I was older than you by a lot." his words touched my heart causing my eyes to fill with tears.
I didn't want to lose him.
I didn't want to lose someone I've been attached to for so long.
Most importantly, I didn't want to lose what we had. Our bond. Our bond was keeping us together, despite our age difference, and of course, our location, we were crazy about each other. Our connection, even though we couldn't see our love, we could feel it, just like the wind.
"You know how much I love you, do you?" he added once he realized I stopped speaking.
"Yeah I do." I replied.
"Do you still love me?" he questioned.
"Mmm.." I muttered.
"Come on, Ghaneya. I didn't know age would matter to you. Please." he begged.
"Yeah, I do." I answered to his earlier question.
"So how old are you then?" I said before he could reply.
"Mmm..." he muttered loudly through the phone, "someone's calling me, I'll get back to you okay?"
"Okay.." I said briefly once again.
"I love you." he spoke.
"Me too." I replied.
And the call was disconnected.
-
I ran downstairs to open the door to see who rang the doorbell.
"GHANEYA!!" said Munya as she ran in for a hug.
"MUNYA!" I shouted back.
I loved the way my friends barged in my front door like that even without an invitation. It's like they knew I needed them. Although, no one barges in like Munya does. She was the most aggressive.
"I felt you needed me!" she told me.
"I did!" I giggled.
We walked to the living room and sort of just "relaxed".
I skipped today's lunch at my grandmother's house. I was too busy thinking about Fouad.
"I'm really sorry about everything, I know I apologized before but I just needed you to fully forgive me!" Munya spoke out of the blue.
"I'm willing to put the past behind us, too. I forgive you! Seriously, I do!" I said with a grin.
"So, how's Fouad?" Munya asked while raising her eyebrows up and down.
I haven't told her about his age issue and I don't plan on telling her either.
"He's fine hahaha" I replied with a laugh.
"Do you have any pictures of him? I really want to see who my best friend has been talking to for so long!" she asked.
"Yeah I do." I answered as I pulled out my phone, deleted our chats just in case, and opened my email to the picture attachment.
"Wow!" she exclaimed, "I didn't think he was this good looking!"
I sensed a bit of jealousy in me. I don't like people complimenting Fouad, he was mine and only mine.
Munya excused herself an hour later. She promised her sister they would meet up and window-shop.
We said our farewells as I walked her to the front door.
As I sat down in front of our black flat screen television watching any random channel, my phone vibrated against the wooden table 5 steps away from me.`
I prayed silently hoping it would be Fouad while walking to the vibrating iPhone.
Thankfully, my prayers were answered.
"I'm 23 years old :)"
His words forced my heart to stop beating, literally, my heart dropped.
Before I could reply, I felt my phone vibrate once again.
He was calling.
"What?!" I said. My tone implied anger.
"Ghaneya? Listen, please understand!" he spoke.
"Why do you keep lying to me?!" my voice was almost audible through my strong wooden door.
"Please, let me explain. I love you, please Ghaneya." he answered with a sad voice.
"How old ARE you then?!" I was extremely confused and frustrated.
"Please let me explain first, to gain your attention." he refused to answer my question.
"Well.. I'm listening." I briefly replied.
"I just finished university a year ago, which explains how am I back in the country. I couldn't call you because my number would be the same. I thought making up the lie about traveling would sound believable and understandable. I thought you would understand this situation. At first, I thought it was a phase that I'm going through, a phase where I'm just attracted to girls. But then I realized, I was madly in love with you. I thought you wouldn't love me back if you knew I was older than you by a lot." his words touched my heart causing my eyes to fill with tears.
I didn't want to lose him.
I didn't want to lose someone I've been attached to for so long.
Most importantly, I didn't want to lose what we had. Our bond. Our bond was keeping us together, despite our age difference, and of course, our location, we were crazy about each other. Our connection, even though we couldn't see our love, we could feel it, just like the wind.
"You know how much I love you, do you?" he added once he realized I stopped speaking.
"Yeah I do." I replied.
"Do you still love me?" he questioned.
"Mmm.." I muttered.
"Come on, Ghaneya. I didn't know age would matter to you. Please." he begged.
"Yeah, I do." I answered to his earlier question.
"So how old are you then?" I said before he could reply.
"Mmm..." he muttered loudly through the phone, "someone's calling me, I'll get back to you okay?"
"Okay.." I said briefly once again.
"I love you." he spoke.
"Me too." I replied.
And the call was disconnected.
-
I ran downstairs to open the door to see who rang the doorbell.
"GHANEYA!!" said Munya as she ran in for a hug.
"MUNYA!" I shouted back.
I loved the way my friends barged in my front door like that even without an invitation. It's like they knew I needed them. Although, no one barges in like Munya does. She was the most aggressive.
"I felt you needed me!" she told me.
"I did!" I giggled.
We walked to the living room and sort of just "relaxed".
I skipped today's lunch at my grandmother's house. I was too busy thinking about Fouad.
"I'm really sorry about everything, I know I apologized before but I just needed you to fully forgive me!" Munya spoke out of the blue.
"I'm willing to put the past behind us, too. I forgive you! Seriously, I do!" I said with a grin.
"So, how's Fouad?" Munya asked while raising her eyebrows up and down.
I haven't told her about his age issue and I don't plan on telling her either.
"He's fine hahaha" I replied with a laugh.
"Do you have any pictures of him? I really want to see who my best friend has been talking to for so long!" she asked.
"Yeah I do." I answered as I pulled out my phone, deleted our chats just in case, and opened my email to the picture attachment.
"Wow!" she exclaimed, "I didn't think he was this good looking!"
I sensed a bit of jealousy in me. I don't like people complimenting Fouad, he was mine and only mine.
Munya excused herself an hour later. She promised her sister they would meet up and window-shop.
We said our farewells as I walked her to the front door.
As I sat down in front of our black flat screen television watching any random channel, my phone vibrated against the wooden table 5 steps away from me.`
I prayed silently hoping it would be Fouad while walking to the vibrating iPhone.
Thankfully, my prayers were answered.
"I'm 23 years old :)"
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