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Seems I'm not getting over you. I keep thinking of you and all the times we had together; the fun and the not so fun. I remember the days I used to complain, I was so naive, forgive me, I now know how much of an idiot I was to be sad in such a heaven.
I miss everything about you. I miss hanging out with Mai, Roger, and Jaz in our office to brainstorm about problems that face us in work as well as all sorts of random stuff. I miss my room, the one on the lower ground in front of the door, where we get to hear (and sometimes see) every person that enters through the front door. I miss the furniture, the beanbags, the meeting room, the kitchen where we had a waleema every once in a while. I miss our tea drawer, and our 5 o'clock kalam fel sa2f and tea time. I miss all the sounds; people running around like we are in a kindergarten, Ereny yelling at them to calm down or complaining that she's bored and no one is playing with her, hearing Mardini or Ratib play the guitar, or Rady playing his iTunes so high that even us 3 rooms away can hear it. I miss the people, my friends and even the non friends who I don't get to see at AlMasry AlYoum.
Darling, I discovered that since our life together was so fulfilling, I up on our social life, and now, its so hard not to have either of you. It's so hard to try to get in touch with older friends and I don't have enough of you. I'm becoming a social retard. Anyway, that's all side effects which I am trying to accommodate to.
At the end I'd say, I still am thankful for the opportunity, the experience, the two and half years together. Like they say, it's better to have loved and lost than not to have loved at all, otherwise, how would I have known such genuine love.
Not over you
Yasmine
Seems I'm not getting over you. I keep thinking of you and all the times we had together; the fun and the not so fun. I remember the days I used to complain, I was so naive, forgive me, I now know how much of an idiot I was to be sad in such a heaven.
I miss everything about you. I miss hanging out with Mai, Roger, and Jaz in our office to brainstorm about problems that face us in work as well as all sorts of random stuff. I miss my room, the one on the lower ground in front of the door, where we get to hear (and sometimes see) every person that enters through the front door. I miss the furniture, the beanbags, the meeting room, the kitchen where we had a waleema every once in a while. I miss our tea drawer, and our 5 o'clock kalam fel sa2f and tea time. I miss all the sounds; people running around like we are in a kindergarten, Ereny yelling at them to calm down or complaining that she's bored and no one is playing with her, hearing Mardini or Ratib play the guitar, or Rady playing his iTunes so high that even us 3 rooms away can hear it. I miss the people, my friends and even the non friends who I don't get to see at AlMasry AlYoum.
Darling, I discovered that since our life together was so fulfilling, I up on our social life, and now, its so hard not to have either of you. It's so hard to try to get in touch with older friends and I don't have enough of you. I'm becoming a social retard. Anyway, that's all side effects which I am trying to accommodate to.
At the end I'd say, I still am thankful for the opportunity, the experience, the two and half years together. Like they say, it's better to have loved and lost than not to have loved at all, otherwise, how would I have known such genuine love.
Not over you
Yasmine
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