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I suppose my life began the first time i looked in her eyes, touched her long slender fingers and felt her love by the glow of her smile. I suppose i was too young to realize that time is like the wind.
My story begins far away off the coast of the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. A small island called Bahrain. My mother was an American, my father Saudi. Bahrain was far more liberal in terms of womens right for my mothers sake, thus we traveled from the rainy state of Oregon to Bahrain. This move changed my life forever. I did not and do not speak Arabic. Fitting in with locals was not on the menu so to speak. The island lacked the schooling for me to continue my education. Thus i disappeared. I often wonder what my life would have been like if i did not confine myself to my room on an exploration of aspects in life that intrigued me. To me there was not much on the outside to do. The days were long and hot and with not having many friends i enjoyed the isolation that i presented on myself.
As the days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into months I grew lonely. I wanted to leave the island to return to the states for schooling and to be reunited with my childhood sweet heart Tabitha. My brother on the other hand was going to school, popular and had a pretty girlfriend. They would often fight and turn our lovely home into a setting for the reenactment of the OJ and Nicole Simpson fights. It amused me as i would often chuckle from my window as my brother would chase Scarlett O'Hara to her room followed by the slamming of a door. I made a pact to myself that when I was to date a girl we would have nothing but fun and laugh and avoid the drama. This would become true and I would be set on the road of love.
Occasionally I would venture to a club called Wranglers, where i would basically bull shit with U.S personal and anyone else I'd meet. One night I was Vito from Italy or a traveling shampoo Salesman from Yemen. Whatever floated my boat that night I guess. I caught a taxi home and that is where I laid eyes on her for the first time. Her hair was curly chestnut brown. Her lips and eyes were beautiful, I often felt that God himself sculpted such beauty himself. Something inside me sparked each time she would glance my way, gently brushing her curly hair away from her eyes, sparking inside me until it lit a burning fire in my heart.
Every day I was awoken by her crawling in bed next to me still in her school clothes. It was then that i felt at peace by the warmth of her soul next to mine. I did not know it then but those were the best days of my life. My parents often took us to dinner with them to a restaurant called Roma's. Blake would sit across from me still in her school clothes having debates with my father on religion. I could never take my eyes off of her sitting across from me and as my father would drive her home after dinner, I always felt a sense of sadness as she would give me a hug goodbye, watching from the car window as she departed into the darkness. Always hating her leaving. As the winter came and the nights grew cold I often walked her home. I remember I bought a new jumper and one night i took it off and gave it to her. Its been so long now that the memories become like an old pictures, worn and tattered, but i will never forget her smile the night she put my jumper on. Walking away I always looked back over my shoulder to get just one more glance of her holding her books and walking home. Hopefully one day, somewhere, somehow, I could get the chance to go back in time. If I could, I would run down that dirt road as fast as my legs could take me and tell her once more just home much I loved her. Now i am just a page in the diary of Blake.
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Posted by adamatrood on 2008-05-19 21:15:32 | Rating: | Views: 71
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Wow. This is very beautiful. You should go ahead and tell her you love her. If those feelings are true, I believe you found something. Something special.
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Posted by girlwithwords
on 2008-05-19 21:19:00
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